A Distracted Existence Leads Us To No

What A Day It Is When We Must Envy The Men In Their Graves.

The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline Of A Nation.

Moral Epochs Have Their Course As Well As The Seasons. We Can No More Hold Them Fast Than We Can Hold Sun, Moon, And Stars. Our Faults Perpetually Return Upon Us; And Herein Lies The Subtlest Difficulty Of Self-knowledge.

Noble Be Man, Helpful And Good!

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.