Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto

I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.

Though It Be In The Power Of The Weakest Arm To Take Away Life, It Is Not In The Strongest To Deprive Us Of Death.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

Oblivion Is Not To Be Hired: The Greater Part Must Be Content To Be As Though They Had Not Been, To Be Found In The Register Of God, Not In The Record Of Man.