Glory Arrives Too Late When It Comes

Light May Earth's Crumbling Sand Be Laid On Thee, That Dogs May Dig Thy Bones Up Easily

Why Should We Feel Anger At The World? As If The World Would Notice?

In Man's Life, Time Is But A Moment; Being, A Flux; Sense Is Dim; The Material Frame Corruptible; Soul, An Eddy Of Breath; Fortune A Thing Inscrutable, And Fame Precarious.

He Who Eats My Bread, Does My Will.

The True Worth Of A Man Is To Be Measured By The Objects He Pursues.