Time Flies Apace-we Would Fain

There Is Nothing We Like To Communicate To Others As Much As The Seal Of Secrecy Together With What Lies Under It.

A Vocation Makes Us Unthinking; That Is Its Greatest Blessing. For It Is A Bulwark Behind Which We Are Permitted To Withdraw Whencommonplace Doubts And Cares Assail Us.

Cows Sometimes Wear An Expression Resembling Wonderment Arrested On Its Way To Becoming A Question. In The Eye Of Superior Intelligence, On The Other Hand, Lies The Nil Admirari Spread Out Like The Monotony Of A Cloudless Sky.

When A Scholar Of The Old Culture Vows No Longer To Have Anything To Do With Men Who Believe In Progress, He Is Right. For The Old Culture Has Its Greatness And Goodness Behind It, And An Historical Education Forces One To Admit That It Can Never Again Be Fresh.

I Am A Law Only For My Kind, I Am No Law For All.