I Can Promise To Be Sincere, But

Man Supposes That He Directs His Life And Governs His Actions, When His Existence Is Irretrievably Under The Control Of Destiny

The World Remains Ever The Same.

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

One Alone Does Not Help, But Rather He Who Unites With Many At The Right Moment.

Do The Duty Which Lies Nearest To Thee.