Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

The French Courage Proceeds From Vanity

I Feel My Immortality Over Sweep All Pains, All Tears, All Time, All Fears, - And Peal, Like The Eternal Thunders Of The Deep, Into My Ears, This Truth, - Thou Livest Forever!

Good Work And Joyous Play Go Hand In Hand. When Play Stops, Old Age Begins. Play Keeps You From Taking Life Too Seriously.