Life Is Less Than Nothing

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.