Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?
For Yesterday was once To-morrow.
The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.
Your knowing a thing is nothing, unless another knows you know it.
Things fit only to give weight to smoke.
But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.