A sad spectacle. If they be inhabited, what a scope for misery and folly. If they be not inhabited, what a waste of space.
A thought once awakened does not again slumber.
The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.
It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.
Money will buy money's worth; but the thing men call fame, what is it?
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past.