Merely To Breathe Freely Does

I Have, Alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence Too, And To My Cost Theology, With Ardent Labor, Studied Through. And Here I Stand, With All My Lore, Poor Fool, No Wiser Than Before.

Sin Writes Histories, Goodness Is Silent.

Moral Epochs Have Their Course As Well As The Seasons. We Can No More Hold Them Fast Than We Can Hold Sun, Moon, And Stars. Our Faults Perpetually Return Upon Us; And Herein Lies The Subtlest Difficulty Of Self-knowledge.

Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions, If You Have Any; But Keep Your Doubts To Yourself, For I Have Enough Of My Own.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.