Ah! Two Desires Toss About

Spare Me The Whispering, Crowded Room, The Friends Who Come And Gape And Go, The Ceremonious Air Of Gloom - All, Which Makes Death A Hideous Show.

Calm's Not Life's Crown, Though Calm Is Well.

We Must Hold Fast To The Austere But True Doctrine As To What Really Governs Politics And Saves Or Destroys States. Having In Mind Things True, Things Elevated, Things Just, Things Pure, Things Amiable, Things Of Good Report; Having These In Mind, Studying And Loving These, Is What Saves States.

The Freethinking Of One Age Is The Common Sense Of The Next.

Cruel, But Composed And Bland, Dumb, Inscrutable And Grand, So Tiberius Might Have Sat, Had Tiberius Been A Cat.