Law Stands Mute In The Midst Of

Hours And Days And Months And Years Go By; The Past Returns No More, And What Is To Be We Cannot Know; But Whatever The Time Gives Us In Which We Live, We Should Therefore Be Content.

In Fact The Whole Passion Ordinarily Termed Love (and Heaven Help Me If I Can Think Of Any Other Term To Apply To It) Is Of Such Exceeding Triviality That I See Nothing That I Think Comparable With It.

A Youth Of Sensuality And Intemperance Delivers Over To Old Age A Worn-out Body.

Hatred Is Settled Anger.

Judge Not By The Number, But By The Weight.