Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds That Round

Three Causes Especially Have Excited The Discontent Of Mankind; And, By Impelling Us To Seek Remedies For The Irremediable, Have Bewildered Us In A Maze Of Madness And Error. These Are Death, Toil, And The Ignorance Of The Future.

There Is Scarcely An Occurrence In Nature Which, Happening At A Certain Time, Is Not Looked Upon By Some Persons As A Prognosticator Either Of Good Or Evil. The Latter Are In The Greatest Number, So Much More Ingenious Are We In Tormenting Ourselves Than In Discovering Reasons For Enjoyment In The Things That Surround Us.

Money, Again, Has Often Been A Cause Of The Delusion Of The Multitudes. Sober Nations Have All At Once Become Desperate Gamblers, And Risked Almost Their Existence Upon The Turn Of A Piece Of Paper.

There 's A Good Time Coming, Boys! A Good Time Coming.

There Is No Such Thing As Death. In Nature Nothing Dies. From Each Sad Remnant Of Decay, Some Forms Of Life Arise So Shall His Life Be Taken Away Before He Knoweth That He Hath It.