One Must Not Try To

How Can I Study From Below, That Which Is Above?

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

Today Things Are Better Than Yesterday.

You Cannot Make A Crab Walk Straight.

Wealth--the Most Excellent Of All Gods.