What does it matter whether yours were the saints and men of letters and mine the savages, or whether the boot was on the other leg?
That's all over and done with.

Imitate me.

Let bygones be bygones." Now this is, in some respects, the authentic voice of health.
Undoubtedly the most characteristic thing about the past is that it is not present, and to lavish on it too tragic and intense a devotion is to love death more than life.

And yet our bluff Englishman can learn in two words how it comes about that his invitation represents a demand for the impossible.

In the first place, the bygones have not gone by.