Everything Is Alive... Everything Is

Live As Brave Men; And If Fortune Is Adverse, Front Its Blows With Brave Hearts.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

The Hours Pass And The Days And The Months And The Years, And The Past Time Never Returns.

It Has Seemed To Be More Necessary To Have Regard To The Weight Of Words Rather Than To Their Number.

No Tempest Or Conflagration, However Great, Is Harder To Quell Than Mob Carried Away By The Novelty Of Power.