What Is The Short Meaning

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

The Future Comes Slowly, The Present Flies And The Past Stands Still Forever.

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.