The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On

To Die Is Nothing; But It Is Terrible Not To Live.

The Reduction Of The Universe To The Compass Of A Single Being, And The Extension Of A Single Being Until It Reaches God - That Is Love. Love Is The Salute Of The Angels To The Stars. How Sad Is The Heart When Rendered Sad By Love! How Great Is The Void Created By The Absence Of The Being Who Alone Fills The World.

There Are People Who Observe The Rules Of Honor As One Observes The Stars, From A Great Distance.

Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.

My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley.