Space Is To Place As Eternity Is

One Day, A Daughter Of Aristotle, Pythias By Name, Was Asked What Color Pleased Her Most. She Replied, "the Color With Which Modesty Suffuses The Face Of Simple, Inoffensive Men.

God Has Commanded Time To Console The Afflicted.

The Voice Is A Human Sound Which Nothing Inanimate Can Perfectly Imitate. It Has An Authority And An Insinuating Property Which Writing Lacks. It Is Not Merely So Much Air, But Air Modulated And Impregnated With Life.

Who Ever Has No Fixed Opinions Has No Constant Feelings.

The Sound Of The Drum Drives Out Thought; For That Very Reason It Is The Most Military Of Instruments.