A Civilized Man Is One Who Will

Genius... Is The Capacity To See Ten Things Where The Ordinary Man Sees One.

A People That Grows Accustomed To Sloppy Writing Is A People In The Process Of Losing Grip On Its Empire And On Itself.

The Rustling Of The Silk Is Discontinued, Dust Drifts Over The Courtyard, There Is Not Sound Of Footfall, And The Leaves Scurry Into Heaps And Lie Still, And She The Rejoicer Of The Heart Is Beneath Them: A Wet Leaf That Clings To The Threshold.

Wars Are Made To Make Debt.

A Real Building Is One On Which The Eye Can Light And Stay Lit.