The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be pu >>
One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the >>
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carr >>
We are always doing, says he, something for posterity, but I would see >>
History is fond of her grandchildren, for it offers them the marrow of >>
A blot in thy escutcheon to all futurity. >>
The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.