Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned

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.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.