Work Makes A Callus Against Grief.

Time Puts An End To Speculation In Opinions, And Confirms The Laws Of Nature.

We Learn Nothing From History Except That We Learn Nothing From History.

Were Floods Of Tears To Be Unloosed In Tribute To My Grief, The Doves Of Noah Ne'er Had Roost Nor Found An Olive-leaf.

Of Evils One Should Choose The Least. [lat., Ex Malis Eligere Minima Oportere.]

In A Disturbed Mind, As In A Body In The Same State, Health Can Not Exist.