Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

By the help of God and with His precious assistance, I say that Algebra is a scientific art. The objects with which it deals are absolute numbers and measurable quantities which, though themselves unknown, are related to "things" which are known, whereby the determination of the unknown quantities is possible.

Justice is the soul of the universe.

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.