He Loves But Little Who Can Say

Lying In A Featherbed Will Bring You No Fame, Nor Staying Beneath The Quilt, And He Who Uses Up His Life Without Achieving Fame Leaves No More Vestige Of Himself On Earth Than Smoke In The Air Or Foam Upon The Water.

All Of Nature Is God's Art.

Consider That This Day Ne'er Dawns Again.

Remember Tonight... For It Is The Beginning Of Always.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.