We Do But Learn To-day What Our

The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

What Then Is The Wisdom Of The Times Called Old? Is It The Wisdom Of Gray Hairs? No. It Is The Wisdom Of The Cradle.

I Envy No Man That Knows More Than Myself, But Pity Them That Know Less.

Age Doth Not Rectify, But Incurvate Our Natures, Turning Bad Dispositions Into Worser Habits.