Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue

Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our Dreaming. Oh, That We May Be Allowed To Wake Before Death Wakes Us.

Man Has No Greater Enemy Than Himself. I Have Acted Contrary To My Sentiments And Inclination; Throughout Our Whole Lives We Do What We Never Intended, And What We Proposed To Do, We Leave Undone.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall Be My Efforts.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.