I Go Into My Library And All

Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last Only Arrives At It.

There Is Nothing Good In This World Which Time Does Not Improve.

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

Fame Is But An Inscription On A Grave, And Glory The Melancholy Blazon On A Coffin Lid.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.