A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.

In my time I have seen truth that was anything under the sun but just, and I have seen justice using tools and instruments I wouldn't want to touch with a 10-foot fence rail.

I was a stricken deer that left the herd Long since.

Such a house broke? So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm And go along with him?