Why Is Youth So Short And Age

Death! It Is Rest To The Aged, It Is Oblivion To The Atheist, It Is Immortality To The Poet!

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

Love Is Cruel As The Grave.

It Is Only To Those Who Have Never Lived That Death Ever Can Seems Beautiful.

Talent Wears Well, Genius Wears Itself Out; Talent Drives A Snug Brougham In Fact; Genius, A Sun-chariot In Fancy.