I Know You Even Under The Skin.

Out Of Nothing Can Come, And Nothing Can Become Nothing.

But When To-morrow Comes, Yesterday's Morrow Will Have Been Already Spent: And Lo! A Fresh Morrow Will Be For Ever Making Away With Our Years, Each Just Beyond Our Grasp.

I Know You Even Under The Skin.

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

Is Any Man Free Except The One Who Can Pass His Life As He Pleases?