I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.

The Lapse Of Ages Changes All Things - Time - Language - The Earth - The Bounds Of The Sea - The Stars Of The Sky, And Everything 'about, Around, And Underneath' Man, Except Man Himself, Who Has Always Been And Always Will Be, An Unlucky Rascal. The Infinite Variety Of Lives Conduct But To Death, And The Infinity Of Wishes Lead But To Disappointment. All The Discoveries Which Have Yet Been Made Have Multiplied Little But Existence.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.