Time Has Only A Relative Existence.

True Friends, Like Ivy And The Wall Both Stand Together, And Together Fall.

The End Of Man Is An Action, And Not A Thought, Though It Were The Noblest?

So Here Hath Been Dawning Another Blue Day; Think, Wilt Thou Let It Slip Useless Away? Out Of Eternity This New Day Is Born, Into Eternity At Night Will Return.

In Idleness There Is A Perpetual Despair.

Man Is, And Was Always, A Block-head And Dullard; Much Readier To Feel And Digest, Than To Think And Consider.