To Rise At Six, To Dine At

One Cannot Be A Good Historian Of The Outward, Visible World Without Giving Some Thought To The Hidden, Private Life Of Ordinary People; And On The Other Hand One Cannot Be A Good Historian Of This Inner Life Without Taking Into Account Outward Events Where These Are Relevant.

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

As The Purse Is Emptied, The Heart Is Filled.

Short As Life Is, We Make It Still Shorter By The Careless Waste Of Time.

The Persistence Of An All-absorbing Idea Is Terrible.