It Is Very Grand To Die In

War? War Is An Organized Bore.

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

There Is Nothing Earthly That Lasts So Well, As Money. A Man's Learning Dies With Him, As Does His Virtues Fade Out Of Remembrance, But The Dividends On The Stocks He Bequeaths To His Children Live And Keep His Memory Green.

Old Age Is Fifteen Years Older Than I Am.

A River Is More Than An Amenity, It Is A Treasure.