The Cemetery Is Full Of

Nothing Makes A Man More Reverent Than A Library.

Who's In Or Out, Who Moves The Grand Machine, Nor Stirs My Curiosity, Or Spleen; Secrets Of State No More I Wish To Know Than Secret Movements Of A Puppet-show; Let But The Puppets Move, I've My Desire, Unseen The Hand Which Guides The Master Wire.

If Hitler Invaded Hell, I'd Find Something Nice To Say About The Devil Himself.

One Ought To Be Just Before One Is Generous

To Improve Is To Change; To Be Perfect Is To Change Often.