For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay,

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

The End Of Doubt Is The Beginning Of Repose.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

Man Has No Greater Enemy Than Himself. I Have Acted Contrary To My Sentiments And Inclination; Throughout Our Whole Lives We Do What We Never Intended, And What We Proposed To Do, We Leave Undone.