I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry t >>
For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past >>
It is, I fear, but a vain show of fulfilling the heathen precept, Know >>
In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neith >>
Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let >>
Alas, I am dying beyond my means. >>
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.