The wheel is come full circle.

Without properly kept accounts it is impossible to maintain truth in its pristine purity.

Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

There is nothing happens to any person but what was in his power to go through with.

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.