Why Haven't We Seventy Lives? One Is

Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But Death.

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

The World, With All Its Beauty And Adventure, Its Richness And Variety, Is Darkened By Cruelty. Death, If It Ends The Loveliness, The Adventure, Ends Also That. Death Balances The Picture.

Surely, If Life Is Good, It Is Good Throughout Its Substance; We Cannot Separate Men's Activities From Women's And Say, These Are Worthy Of Praise And These Unworthy.

It's The Things You Don't Do, Not The Things You Do, You Feel Most Sorry For.