One Is Hardly Sensible Of Fatigue While

The Age Of Miracles Is Forever Here.

The True Past Departs Not, No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die; But All Is Still Here, And, Recognized Or Not, Lives And Works Through Endless Change.

Experience Of Actual Fact Either Teaches Fools Or Abolishes Them.

Custom Doth Make Dotards Of Us All.

A Man Willing To Work, And Unable To Find Work, Is Perhaps The Saddest Sight That Fortune's Inequality Exhibits Under This Sun.