The Unrighteous Are Never Really Fortunate.

Bodies Devoid Of Mind Are As Statues In The Market Place.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

There Is No Benefit In The Gifts Of A Bad Man.