Things Fit Only To Give Weight To

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

Our Life Is Our Own To-day, To-morrow You Will Be Dust, A Shade, And A Tale That Is Told. Live Mindful Of Death; The Hour Flies.

Nothing Can Be Born Of Nothing; Nothing Can Be Resolved Into Nothing.

For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.