I Presumed To Fix My Look On

Mankind, Why Do Ye Set Your Hearts On Things That, Of Necessity, May Not Be Shared?

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

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

The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame Of Earth Are But A Wind, That In The Same Direction Lasts Not Long.

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.