Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact—from calling on us to look through a heap of millet-seed in order to be sure that there is no pearl in it. – George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such, 1879
In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour. – Stefan Zweig
