Discover What You Are.

The Beginning Is The Promise Of The End.

It Is A Bitter Thought To An Avaricious Spirit That By And By All These Accumulations Must Be Left Behind. We Can Only Carry Away From This World The Flavor Of Our Good Or Evil Deeds.

To Array A Man's Will Against His Sickness Is The Supreme Art Of Medicine.

We Only See In A Lifetime A Dozen Faces Marked With The Peace Of A Contented Spirit.

Living Is Death; Dying Is Life. We Are Not What We Appear To Be. On This Side Of The Grave We Are Exiles, On That Citizens; On This Side Orphans, On That Children.