Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

A hair divides what is false and true.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

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

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.