The Living Are Just The Dead On

The Thoughts You Think Will Irradiate You As Though You Are A Transparent Vase.

To Disdain Today Is To Prove That Yesterday Has Been Misunderstood.

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

At Every Crossroads On The Path That Leads To The Future, Tradition Has Placed 10,000 Men To Guard The Past.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.