To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.

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

It Is The Common Wonder Of All Men, How Among So Many Million Faces, There Should Be None Alike.

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.