“Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?”

“MortalityOh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,He passes from life to his rest in the grave.Th...”

“Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a fast-flitting meteor a fast-flying cloud A flash of the lightning a break of the wave He passes from life to his rest in the grave.”

“Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeing meteor a fast flying cloud A flash of the lightning a break of the wave Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.”

“Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeing meteor a fast flying cloud A flash of the lightning a break of the wave Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.”

“It's probably a merciful thing that pain is impossible to describe from memory”

“Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain...”

“Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.”