The Urging Of That Word,

The World Must Be Peopled!

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.