Nature In Denying Us Perennial Youth Has

It Is Always Pleasant To Be Urged To Do Something On The Ground That One Can Do It Well.

Sometimes We Have To Change The Truth In Order To Remember It.

Our Knowledge Is A Torch Of Smoky Pine That Lights The Pathway But One Step Ahead Across A Void Of Mystery And Dread.

Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour.

It Would Repel Me Less To Be A Hangman Than A Soldier, Because The One Is Obliged To Put To Death Only Criminals Sentenced By The Law, But The Other Kills Honest Men Who Like Himself Bathe In Innocent Blood At The Bidding Of Some Superior.