Reason Deceives Us; Conscience, Never.

Days Of Absence, Sad And Dreary, Clothed In Sorrow's Dark Array, - Days Of Absence, I Am Weary; She I Love Is Far Away.

I Hate Books; They Only Teach People To Talk About What They Don't Understand.

He Who Pretends To Look On Death Without Fear Lies. All Men Are Afraid Of Dying, This Is The Great Law Of Sentient Beings, Without Which The Entire Human Species Would Soon Be Destroyed.

Abstaining So As Really To Enjoy, Is The Epicurism, The Very Perfection, Of Reason.

He Who Pretends To Look Upon Death Without Fear, Lies