Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last

I Go Into My Library, And All History Unrolls Before Me. I Breathe The Morning Air Of The World While The Scent Of Eden's Roses Yet Lingered In It, While It Vibrated Only To The World's First Brood Of Nightingales, And To The Laugh Of Eve. I See The Pyramids Building; I Hear The Shoutings Of The Armies Of Alexander.

Eternity Doth Wear Upon Her Face The Veil Of Time. They Only See The Veil, And Thus They Know Not What They Stand So Near!

Trees Are Your Best Antiques

If A Man Is Worth Knowing At All, He Is Worth Knowing Well.

Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The Misery Of Mortal Life.