O, There Is Naught On

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.