But He Has Gone, A Nation's Memory

Life Is A Long Headache In A Noisy Street.

There Are Few Earthly Things More Beautiful Than A University A Place Where Those Who Hate Ignorance May Strive To Know, Where Those Who Perceive Truth May Strive To Make Others See.

The Social States Of Human Kinds Are Made By Multitudes Of Minds, And After Multitudes Of Years A Little Human Growth Appears Worth Having, Even To The Soul Who Sees Most Plain It's Not The Whole.

In This Life He Laughs Longest Who Laughs Last.

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.