Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?
How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again.
People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.