One Must Observe The Proper Rites.

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.

He Who Has Gone, So We But Cherish His Memory, Abides With Us, More Potent, Nay, More Present Than The Living Man.

Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To Add, But When There's Nothing To Take Away.

Sometimes We Behave As Though There Was Something More Important Than Life. But What?

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.