For There Is A Music Wherever There

To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds An Infamous History.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living.

I Had Rather Stand The Shock Of A Basilisk Than The Fury Of A Merciless Pen.

Oblivion Is Not To Be Hired.