Piety Is The Fermentation Of

Those Who Want To Row On The Ocean Of Human Knowledge Do Not Get Far, And The Storm Drives Those Out Of Their Course Who Set Sail.

Dilettantes Appreciate The Work, Professors The Master At The Same Time.

Just As The Queen Bee, The Highest-ranking, Peerless Creature Of Her Hive, Is Surrounded By Lowly Drones To Please Her, Whereas The Workers Produce Honey, The Same Way Is The One Who Sits On The Throne An Equal Only To Himself, And No One's Companion.

Love! Hate! Is There No Third?

Right And Proof Are Two Crutches For Everything Bent And Crooked That Limps Along.