A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me

Evil Is Only Good Perverted.

Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining.

Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The Vindictive Wrath Which Men Call Justice.

What Is Time? The Shadow On The Dial, The Striking Of The Clock, The Running Of The Sand, Day And Night, Summer And Winter, Months, Years, Centuries-these Are But Arbitrary And Outward Signs, The Measure Of Time, Not Time Itself. Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

A Life That Is Worth Writing At All Is Worth Writing Minutely.