Time Steals Away Without Any Inconvenience.

The World Is All A Carcass And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.

Dreams Are Faithful Interpreters Of Our Inclinations; But There Is Art Required To Sort And Understand Them.

All Other Knowledge Is Hurtful To Him Who Has Not Honesty And Good-nature

I Write To Keep From Going Mad From The Contradictions I Find Among Mankind - And To Work Some Of Those Contradictions Out For Myself.

There Are Few Men Who Dare To Publish To The World The Prayers They Make To Almighty God.