God is the poetic genius in each of us.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.