Off Cape Horn There Are But Two

Quinquireme Of Nineveh From Distant Ophir, Rowing Home To Haven In Sunny Palestine, With A Cargo Of Ivory, And Apes And Peacocks, Sandalwood, Cedarwood, And Sweet White Wine.

The Three Foundations Of Judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, And Frequent Mistakes.

Man's Body Is Faulty, His Mind Untrustworthy, But His Imagination Has Made Him Remarkable.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

All The Great Things Of Life Are Swiftly Done, Creation, Death, And Love The Double Gate. However Much We Dawdle In The Sun We Have To Hurry At The Touch Of Fate.