Oblivion Is The Rule And Fame The

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.