If A Man Is Worth

It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.

I Go Into My Library, And All History Unrolls Before Me. I Breathe The Morning Air Of The World While The Scent Of Eden's Roses Yet Lingered In It, While It Vibrated Only To The World's First Brood Of Nightingales, And To The Laugh Of Eve. I See The Pyramids Building; I Hear The Shoutings Of The Armies Of Alexander.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.