It Matters Not How Long We Live

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.