The Miller Imagines That The Corn Grows

Make The Most Of Time, It Flies Away So Fast; Yet Method Will Teach You To Win Time.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

Thank God When He Oppresses You, And Again When He Releases You.

The Universal Subjugator, The Commonplace.

No One Is Willing To Believe That Adults Too, Like Children, Wander About This Earth In A Daze And, Like Children, Do Not Know Where They Come From Or Where They Are Going, Act As Rarely As They Do According To Genuine Motives, And Are As Thoroughly Governed As They Are By Biscuits And Cake And The Rod.