Out Of The Lowest Depths There Is

The Essence Of Humor Is Sensibility; Warm, Tender Fellow-feeling With All Forms Of Existence.

Old Age Is Not A Matter For Sorrow. It Is Matter For Thanks If We Have Left Our Work Done Behind Us.

I Know So Little About Any History. How Little Do I Know Even About The History Of Myself.

Silence Is The Eternal Duty Of Man.

How Indestructibly The Good Grows, And Propagates Itself, Even Among The Weedy Entanglements Of Evil.