Shun Death, Is My Advice.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.

Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant Youth's Heritage.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.