One Falls To The Ground In Trying

How Do You Know Antiquity Was Foolish? How Do You Know The Present Is Wise? Who Made It Foolish? Who Made It Wise?

Believe Me, 'tis A Godlike Thing To Lend; To Owe Is A Heroic Virtue.

When My Soul Leaves This Human Dwelling, I Will Not Consider Myself To Have Completely Died, But To Pass From One State To Another, Given That, In You And By You, I Remain In My Visible Image In This World.

Time, Which Gnaws And Diminisheth All Things Else, Augments And Increaseth Benefits; Because A Noble Action Of Liberality, Done To A Man Of Reason, Doth Grow Continually By His Generous Thinking Of It And Remembering It.

It Is Said, Proverbially, That Happy Is The Doctor Who Is Called In When The Disease Is On Its Way Out.