In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.

Those who covet much suffer from the want.

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

An undertaking beset with danger.

Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.