The Middle Sort Of Historians (of Which

God Sends The Cold According To The Coat.

Hath God Obliged Himself Not To Exceed The Bounds Of Our Knowledge?

Age Imprints More Wrinkles A In The Mind, Than It Does In The Face, And Souls Are Never, Or Very Rarely Seen, That In Growing Old Do Not Smell Sour And Musty. Man Moves All Together, Both Towards His Perfection And Decay.

Whatever Can Be Done Another Day Can Be Done Today.

My Home...it Is My Retreat And Resting Place From Wars, I Try To Keep This Corner As A Haven Against The Tempest Outside, As I Do Another Corner In My Soul.