For 'tis Not In Mere Death That

He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!

Get Leave To Work In This World,--'tis The Best You Get At All.