To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds

There Is Another Man Within Me That's Angry With Me.

We Carry Within Us The Wonders We Seek Without Us.

Forcible Ways Make Not An End Of Evil, But Leave Hatred And Malice Behind Them.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.