I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.

If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

By the help of God and with His precious assistance, I say that Algebra is a scientific art. The objects with which it deals are absolute numbers and measurable quantities which, though themselves unknown, are related to "things" which are known, whereby the determination of the unknown quantities is possible.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.