Time Flies, And What Is

One Criticizes The English For Carrying Their Teapots Wherever They Go, Even Lugging Them Up Mount Etna. But Doesn't Every Nationhave Its Teapot, In Which, Even When Traveling, It Brews The Dried Bundles Of Herbs Brought From Home?

The Little Man Is Still A Man.

I Can Promise To Be Sincere, But I Cannot Promise To Be Impartial.

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

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.