When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows

One Shouldn't Talk Of Halters In The Hanged Man's House.

Experience Is The Universal Mother Of Sciences.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.

Thou Hast Seen Nothing Yet.