Everlasting Farewells! And Again, And Yet Again

All Is Finite In The Present; And Even That Finite Is Infinite In It Velocity Of Flight Towards Death. But In God There Is Nothing Finite...upon A Night Of Earthquake He Builds A Thousand Years Of Pleasant Habitations For Man. Upon The Sorrow Of An Infant He Raises Oftentimes From Human Intellects Glorious Vintages That Could Not Else Have Been.

Often One's Dear Friend Talks Something Which One Scruples To Call Rigmarole.

It Is Notorious That The Memory Strengthens As You Lay Burdens Upon It, And Becomes Trustworthy As You Trust It.

Solitude, Though It May Be Silent As Light, Is Like Light, The Mightiest Of Agencies; For Solitude Is Essential To Man. All Men Come Into This World Alone And Leave It Alone.

A Promise Is Binding In The Inverse Ratio Of The Numbers To Whom It Is Made.