Whatever Is Old Corrupts, And The Past

Who Heeds The Waste Abyss Of Possibility? The Ocean Is Everywhere The Same, But It Has No Character Until Seen With The Shore Or The Ship.

The Book Written Against Fame And Learning Has The Author's Name On The Title-page.

I Like People Who Can Do Things

I Have Heard That Whoever Loves Is In No Condition Old.

The Secret Of The Illusoriness Is In The Necessity Of A Succession Of Moods Or Objects. Gladly We Would Anchor, But The Anchorageis Quicksand.