Today's Today. Tomorrow We May

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Time Will Cure You, But Now Is Your Grief Still Young.