We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But

What Matters Most Is Not What Is Behind Us Or Before Us, But What Is Within Us.

Deal In Our Privacy With The Last Honesty And Truth.

Every Act Of The Man Inscribes Itself In The Memories Of His Fellows, And In His Own Manners And Face. The Air Is Full Of Sounds;the Sky, Of Tokens; The Ground Is All Memoranda And Signatures; And Every Object Covered Over With Hints, Which Speak To The Intelligent.

I Have Heard That Death Takes Us Away From Ill Things, Not From Good. I Have Heard That When We Pronounce The Name Of Man We Pronounce The Belief Of Immortality.

It Is A Luxury To Be Understood.