Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed,

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

What Then Is The Wisdom Of The Times Called Old? Is It The Wisdom Of Gray Hairs? No. It Is The Wisdom Of The Cradle.

We All Labour Against Our Own Cure, For Death Is The Cure Of All Diseases.

All The Wonders You Seek Are Within Yourself.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.