Time Is The Author Of Authors.

Mahomet Made The People Believe That He Would Call A Hill To Him, And From The Top Of It Offer Up His Prayers For The Observers Of His Law. The People Assembled: Mahomet Called The Hill To Come To Him Again And Again; And When The Hill Stood Still, He Was Never A Whit Abashed, But Said, 'if The Hill Will Not Come To Mahomet, Mahomet Will Go To The Hill.'

Our Humanity Is A Poor Thing, Except For The Divinity That Stirs Within Us.

Young People Are Fitter To Invent Than To Judge; Fitter For Execution Than For Counsel; And More Fit For New Projects Than For Settled Business.

There Is No Secrecy Comparable To Celerity.

Death Is A Friend Of Ours; And He That Is Not Ready To Entertain Him Is Not At Home.