For The Weariest Road That Man May

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

To Generous Souls Every Task Is Noble.

Today's Today. Tomorrow We May Be Ourselves Gone Down The Drain Of Eternity.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.