Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When

He Who Passes Not His Days In The Realm Of Dreams Is The Slave Of The Days.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.