The Trouble Is Small, The Fun Is

People May Live As Much Retired From The World As They Please; But Sooner Or Later, Before They Are Aware, They Will Find Themselves Debtor Or Creditor To Somebody.

Death Is A Commingling Of Eternity With Time; In The Death Of A Good Man, Eternity Is Seen Looking Through Time.

If Youth Is A Fault, It Is One That One Gets Rid Of Soon Enough.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.