Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Nor Do They Speak Properly Who Say That Time Consumeth All Things; For Time Is Not Effective, Nor Are Bodies Destroyed By It.

A Wise Man Is Out Of The Reach Of Fortune.

Life Is A Pure Flame And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Rough Diamonds May Sometimes Be Mistaken For Worthless Pebbles.