Whatever There Is To Know, That Shall

The Touch Of Time Does More Than The Club Of Hercules.

Life Is Very Marvelous... And To The Wonders Of The Earth There Is No End Appointed.

I Do That Which I Do In Every Place. Here Also, At The Gateway Of That Garden Into Which Time Has Not Entered, I Fight With Time My Ever-losing Battle, Because To Do That Diverts Me.

There Is Not Any Memory With Less Satisfaction Than The Memory Of Some Temptation We Resisted.

There Is No Escaping, At Times, The Gloomy Suspicion That Fiddling With Pens And Ink Is, After All, No Fit Employment For A Grown Man.