Oblivion Is The Rule And

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

There Are Men Who Gain From Their Wealth Only The Fear Of Losing It.

Reason Is An Historian, But The Passions Are Actors.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.