Xenophon Wrote With A Swan's

Science Confounds Everything; It Gives To The Flowers An Animal Appetite, And Takes Away From Even The Plants Their Chastity.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

Heaven Is For Those Who Think Of It.

Chance Generally Favors The Prudent.

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.