Who Can Tell Where Happiness

She Could No Longer Borrow From The Future To Ease Her Present Grief.

The Present Is Burdened Too Much With The Past. We Have Not Time, In Our Earthly Existence, To Appreciate What Is Warm With Life, And Immediately Around Us.

Cannot You Conceive That Another Man May Wish Well To The World And Struggle For Its Good On Some Other Plan Than Precisely That Which You Have Laid Down?

Nobody Has Any Conscience About Adding To The Improbabilities Of A Marvelous Tale.

How Is It Possible To Sayan Unkind Or Irreverential Word Of Rome? The City Of All Time, And Of All The World!