A Thousand Years May Scare Form A

I Feel My Immortality Over Sweep All Pains, All Tears, All Time, All Fears, - And Peal, Like The Eternal Thunders Of The Deep, Into My Ears, This Truth, - Thou Livest Forever!

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.