Life Is A Long Headache

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.

Life Is A Long Headache In A Noisy Street.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

I Hold That When A Person Dies / His Soul Returns Again To Earth; / Arrayed In Some New Flesh Disguise / Another Mother Gives Him Birth / With Sturdier Limbs And Brighter Brain.

All The Great Things Of Life Are Swiftly Done, Creation, Death, And Love The Double Gate. However Much We Dawdle In The Sun We Have To Hurry At The Touch Of Fate.