Only On The Edge Of The Grave

History Is Only A Catalogue Of The Forgotten.

Friends Are Born, Not Made.

The Spring Is Here, Young And Beautiful As Ever, And Absolutely Shocking In Its Display Of Reckless Maternity; But The Judas Treewill Bloom For You On The Bosphorus If You Get There In Time. No One Ever Loved The Dog-wood And Judas Tree As I Have Done, And It Is My One Crown Of Life To Be Sure That I Am Going To Take Them With Me To Heaven To Enjoy Real Happiness With The Virgin And Them.

After Gibbs, One The Most Distinguished [american Scientists] Was Langley, Of The Smithsonian. ... He Had The Physicist's Heinous Fault Of Professing To Know Nothing Between Flashes Of Intense Perception. ... Rigidly Denying Himself The Amusement Of Philosophy, Which Consists Chiefly In Suggesting Unintelligible Answers To Insoluble Problems, And Liked To Wander Past Them In A Courteous Temper, Even Bowing To Them Distantly As Though Recognizing Their Existence, While Doubting Their Respectibility.

Every Man Should Have A Fair-sized Cemetary In Which To Bury The Faults Of His Friends.