Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.

To Gain A Crown By Fighting Is Great, To Reject It Divine.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.