The Nighttime Of The Body Is The

Events That Are Predestined Require But Little Management. They Manage Themselves. They Slip Into Place While We Sleep, And Suddenly We Are Aware That The Thing We Fear To Attempt, Is Already Accomplished.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.

We Generally Get The Evil We Expect.

There Is Much Said About The Wickedness Of Doing Evil That Good May Come. Alas! There Is Such A Thing As Doing Good That Evil May Come.

What Is Unreasonable Is Irrefutable.