I Wonder Why We Hate The Past

There Will Presently Be No Room In The World For Things; It Will Be Filled Up With The Advertisements Of Things.

The Wrecks Of Slavery Are Fast Growing A Fungus Crop Of Sentiment.

Each One Of Us Must Suffer Long To Himself Before He Can Learn That He Is But One In A Great Community Of Wretchedness Which Has Been Pitilessly Repeating Itself From The Foundation Of The World.

Do Not Trouble Yourselves About Standards Or Ideals; But Try To Be Faithful And Natural: Remember That There Is No Greatness, No Beauty, Which Does Not Come From Truth To Your Own Knowledge Of Things; And Keep On Working, Even If Your Work Is Not Long Remembered.

You'll Find As You Grow Older That You Weren't Born Such A Great While Ago After All. The Time Shortens Up.