That Which Comes After Ever Conforms To

Death Smiles At Us All, All A Man Can Do Is Smile Back.

In The Life Of A Man, His Time Is But A Moment, His Being An Incessant Flux, His Sense A Dim Rushlight, His Body A Prey Of Worms, His Soul An Unquiet Eddy, His Fortune Dark, His Fame Doubtful. In Short, All That Is Body Is As Coursing Waters, All That Is Of The Soul As Dreams And Vapors.

Why Should We Feel Anger At The World? As If The World Would Notice?

Tomorrow Is Nothing, Today Is Too Late; The Good Lived Yesterday.

It Is Possible To Depart From Life At This Moment. Have This Thought In Mind Whenever You Act, Speak, Or Think.