Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
Evil then results from imperfection.
The temples perish, but the God still lives.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
It matters not how long we live but how.