Nature Admits No Lie.

The All Of Things Is An Infinite Conjugation Of The Verb To Do .

The Tragedy Of Life Is Not So Much What Men Suffer, But Rather What They Miss.

He Who Has No Vision Of Eternity Has No Hold On Time.

Our Very Walking Is An Incessant Falling; A Falling And A Catching Of Ourselves Before We Come Actually To The Pavement. It Is Emblematic Of All Things A Man Does.

Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity.