I Count Only The Hours That Are

What Man Is There That Does Not Laboriously, Though All Unconsciously, Himself Fashion The Sorrow That Is To Be The Pivot Of His Life.

The Decent Moderation Of Today Will Be The Least Of Human Things Tomorrow. At The Time Of The Spanish Inquisition, The Opinion Of Good Sense And Of The Good Medium Was Certainly That People Ought Not To Burn Too Large A Number Of Heretics; Extreme And Unreasonable Opinion Obviously Demanded That They Should Burn None At All.

To Disdain Today Is To Prove That Yesterday Has Been Misunderstood.

To Be Good We Must Needs Have Suffered; But Perhaps It Is Necessary To Have Caused Suffering Before We Can Become Better.

Is Not Every Action Of Hamlet Induced By A Fanatical Impulse, Which Tells Him That Duty Consists In Revenge Alone? And Dose It Need Superhuman Efforts To Recognize That Revenge Never Can Be Duty? I Say Again That Hamlet Thinks Much, But That He Is By No Means Wise.