A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

The Darkness Of Death Is Like The Evening Twilight; It Makes All Objects Appear More Lovely To The Dying.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

A Timid Person Is Frightened Before A Danger, A Coward During The Time, And A Courageous Person Afterward.

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.