The Childless Escape Much Misery.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

There Is One Thing Alone That Stands The Brunt Of Life Throughout Its Course; A Quiet Conscience.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.

Time Will Unveil All Things To Posterity.