In The End We Retain

It Is A Very Hard And Troublesome Thing To Dispose Of Whole, Half, And Quarter-mistakes; To Sift Them And Assign The Portion Of Truth To Its Proper Place.

Every Bird Has Its Decoy, And Every Man Is Led And Misled In His Own Peculiar Way.

Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

What I Possess, Seems Far Away To Me, And What Is Gone Becomes Reality.

If I Work Incessantly To The Last, Nature Owes Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present One Collapses.