Perfect imitations must share the fate of the originals.
On the top of each peak you are on the edge of the abyss
Do not make gods in your own images.
To god what is God's, to Caesar what is Caesar's. To humans - what?
Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up
A man who is a genius and doesn't know it, probably isn't.