To Have To Die Is A Distinction

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.

Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last Only Arrives At It.

I Go Into My Library, And All History Unrolls Before Me. I Breathe The Morning Air Of The World While The Scent Of Eden's Roses Yet Lingered In It, While It Vibrated Only To The World's First Brood Of Nightingales, And To The Laugh Of Eve. I See The Pyramids Building; I Hear The Shoutings Of The Armies Of Alexander.

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.