To Die Is Not To Play A

We Should Spread Joy, But, As Far As We Can, Repress Sorrow.

To Know How To Live Is My Trade And My Art.

Every One's True Worship Was That Which He Found In Use In The Place Where He Chanced To Be.

Socrates, Who Was A Perfect Model In All Great Qualities, ... Hit On A Body And Face So Ugly And So Incongruous With The Beauty Of His Soul, He Who Was So Madly In Love With Beauty.

Truth And Reason Are Common To Everyone, And Are No More His Who Spake Them First Than His Who Speaks Them After.