The Dog Who Meets With A Good

To Disdain Today Is To Prove That Yesterday Has Been Misunderstood.

Wisdom Requires No Form; Her Beauty Must Vary, As Varies The Beauty Of Flame. She Is No Motionless Goddess, For Ever Couched On Her Throne.

The Future Is A World Limited By Ourselves; In It We Discover Only What Concerns Us And, Sometimes, By Chance, What Interests Those Whom We Love The Most.

Is Not Every Action Of Hamlet Induced By A Fanatical Impulse, Which Tells Him That Duty Consists In Revenge Alone? And Dose It Need Superhuman Efforts To Recognize That Revenge Never Can Be Duty? I Say Again That Hamlet Thinks Much, But That He Is By No Means Wise.

If The Bee Disappeared Off The Face Of The Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live.