To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul,

We Think Our Fathers Fools, So Wise We Grow. Our Wiser Sons, No Doubt Will Think Us So.

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Whatever Is, Is Right.

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd