Here Lies One Whose Name

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

I Have Two Luxuries To Brood Over In My Walks, Your Loveliness And The Hour Of My Death. O That I Could Have Possession Of Them Both In The Same Minute.

No One Can Usurp The Heights... But Those To Whom The Miseries Of The World Are Misery, And Will Not Let Them Rest.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.