Time Is An Eternal Guest That Banquets

Miracle: An Event Described By Those To Whom It Was Told By Men Who Did Not See It.

Nothing Is Permanent But Change.

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

No Great Spiritual Event Befalls Those Who Do Not Summon It.

Gossip Is Only The Lack Of A Worthy Memory.