A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And

Death! It Is Rest To The Aged, It Is Oblivion To The Atheist, It Is Immortality To The Poet!

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

Great Men Always Have Dogs.

Genius Cannot Escape The Taint Of Its Time More Than A Child The Influence Of Its Begetting.

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.