I Know So Little About Any History.

The Eye Of The Intellect "sees In All Objects What It Brought With It The Means Of Seeing."

Today Is Not Yesterday: We Ourselves Change; How Can Our Works And Thoughts, If They Are Always To Be The Fittest, Continue Always The Same? Change, Indeed Is Painful; Yet Ever Needful; And If Memory Have Its Force And Worth, So Also Has Hope.

Rest Is For The Dead.

Pain Was Not Given Thee Merely To Be Miserable Under; Learn From It, Turn It To Account.

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.