Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

Fears Of The Brave And Follies Of The Wise.

I Remember Very Well, When I Was At Oxford, An Old Gentleman Said To Me, "young Man, Ply Your Book Diligently Now, And Acquire A Stock Of Knowledge; For When Years Come Upon You, You Will Find That Poring Upon Books Will Be But An Irksome Task.

We Consider Ourselves As Defective In Memory, Either Because We Remember Less Than We Desire, Or Less Than We Suppose Others To Remember.

Must Helpless Man, In Ignorance Sedate, Roll Darkly Down The Torrent Of His Fate.

My Dear Friend, Clear Your Mind Of Can't.