Who Knows But The World May End

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

You Never Know What Life Means Till You Die; Even Throughout Life, Tis Death That Makes Life Live.