Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth,

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

Death Comes To All. His Cold And Sapless Hand Waves O'er The World, And Beckons Us Away. Who Shall Resist The Summons?

In A Bowl To Sea Went Wise Men Three, On A Brilliant Night Of June: They Carried A Net, And Their Hearts Were Set On Fishing Up The Moon.

Marriage May Often Be A Stormy Lake, But Celibacy Is Almost Always A Muddy Horsepond.

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.