What make we here, we well read fools, assembled in these languid halls with books, and poems, and weary rules that bind the wards which fill our walls? What mar we here with books that some will scoff that we should ever read and thoughts that they would keep us from in favour of the common creed ? Oh, listen not to idle droll , for we are fools enough to know before us sits a human soul , and that is what we seek to grow.
“If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.” -C.S. Lewis