Two Birds, One Stone

"And how can a man die better

Than facing fearful odds,

For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his God,"

- Horatius

&

"They have fallen into the common

but gross error of confounding

the unusual with the abstruse."

- Dupin

(Taken from Murders In The Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe)

Mainly these two quotes, I feel, encompass the vast over scale of my personality. The first represents my past, which is filled with "fearful odds" and "dying" (rather on the inside, in the heart), and the second represents my logical state that people always confuse with idiocy, yet I'll notice if one thing about their being or person is off.

Idiocy? Or logical observation?