Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last Only Arrives At It.

A Man's Real Possession Is His Memory. In Nothing Else Is He Rich, In Nothing Else Is He Poor.