I Live Not In Myself, But I

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

A Man Of Eighty Has Outlived Probably Three New Schools Of Painting, Two Of Architecture And Poetry And A Hundred In Dress.

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.