Nature Herself Has Imprinted On

The Cultivation Of The Mind Is A Kind Of Food Supplied For The Soul Of Man.

Cicero Is Dead! Cicero Is Born! The Laughter Has Filled Me, Filled Me So Very Completely. I Am The Laughter. I Am The Jester. The Soul That Has Served As My Constant Companion For So Long Has Breached The Veil Of The Void Finally And Forever. It Is Now In Me. It Is Me. The World Has Seen The Last Of Cicero The Man. Behold Cicero, Fool Of Hearts - Laughter Incarnate!

My Precept To All Who Build, Is, That The Owner Should Be An Ornament To The House, And Not The House To The Owner.

Never Can Custom Conquer Nature, For She Is Ever Unconquered.

Anyone May Fairly Seek His Own Advantage, But No One Has A Right To Do So At Another's Expense.