And When No Longer We Can See

There Can Be No High Civilization Where There Is Not Ample Leisure.

Success Is Full Of Promise Till One Gets It, And Then It Seems Like A Nest From Which The Bird Has Flown.

Anger Is A Bow That Will Shoot Sometimes Where Another Feeling Will Not.

Of All Escape Mechanisms, Death Is The Most Efficient.

It Is A Bitter Thought To An Avaricious Spirit That By And By All These Accumulations Must Be Left Behind. We Can Only Carry Away From This World The Flavor Of Our Good Or Evil Deeds.