There Is Nothing Good In This World

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

Death, Which We Are Accustomed To Consider An Evil, Really Acts For Us The Friendliest Part, And Takes Away The Commonplace Of Existence.

The Discovery Of A Grey Hair When You Are Brushing Out Your Whiskers Of A Morning - First Fallen Flake Of The Coming Snows Of Age - Is A Disagreeable Thing.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.