Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our

Where Are The Numerous Constructions Erected By Agrippa, Of Which Only The Pantheon Remains? Where Are The Splendorous Palaces Of The Emperors?

How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

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.