Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing

As Our Inclinations, So Our Opinions.

Everyone Is Deceived In His Hopes, Cheated In His Expectations.

All That Is Transitory Is But A Metaphor.

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

Live Dangerously And You Live Right.