It Is Not The Lie That Passeth

One Of The Fathers Saith . . . That Old Men Go To Death, And Death Comes To Young Men.

The Speaking In A Perpetual Hyperbole Is Comely In Nothing But Love.

If My People Look As If They're In A Dreadful Fix, It's Because I Can't Get Them Out Of A Technical Dilemma.

A Bad Man Is Worse When He Pretends To Be A Saint.

Nevertheless If Any Skillful Servant Of Nature Shall Bring Force To Bear On Matter, And Shall Vex It And Drive It To Extremities As If With The Purpose Of Reducing It To Nothing, Then Will Matter (since Annihilation Or True Destruction Is Not Possible Except By The Omnipotence Of God) Finding Itself In These Straits, Turn And Transform Itself Into Strange Shapes, Passing From One Change To Another Till It Has Gone Through The Whole Circle And Finished The Period.