All Action Is Of The Mind And

There Is, I Know Not How, A Certain Presage, As It Were, Of A Future Existence; And This Takes The Deepest Root, And Is Most Discoverable, In The Greatest Geniuses And Most Exalted Souls.

O Philosophy, You Leader Of Life.

Let Arms Give Place To The Robe, And The Laurel Of The Warriors Yield To The Tongue Of The Orator.

Time Obliterates The Fictions Of Opinion And Confirms The Decisions Of Nature.

The Life Of The Dead Consists In The Recollection Cherished Of Them By The Living.