The Living Have Never Shown Me How

There Is A Kind Of Courtesy In Skepticism. It Would Be An Offense Against Polite Conventions To Press Our Doubts Too Far.

Theory Helps Us To Bear Our Ignorance Of Facts.

Time Is Like An Enterprising Manager Always Bent On Staging Some New And Surprising Production, Without Knowing Very Well What It Will Be.

Mortality Has Its Compensations; One Is That All Evils Are Transitory, Another That Better Times May Come.

Nothing So Much Enhances A Good As To Make Sacrifices For It.