Death Is Another Life.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.

Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life Is Little.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.