Everything Is In Motion. Everything Flows. Everything

Literature, Like Nobility, Runs In The Blood.

No Act Terminating In Itself Constitutes Greatness.

Most Of The Methods For Measuring The Lapse Of Time Have, I Believe, Been The Contrivance Of Monks And Religious Recluses, Who, Finding Time Hang Heavy On Their Hands, Were At Some Pains To See How They Got Rid Of It.

Those Who Are At War With Others Are Not At Peace With Themselves.

We Must Overact Our Part In Some Measure, In Order To Produce Any Effect At All.