How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality. — Wendell Phillips Copy Share Image
How prudently we proud men compete for nameless graves, while now and then some starveling of late forgets himself into immortality — Wendell Phillips Copy Share Image
“ STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
How prudently we proud men compete for nameless graves, while now and then some starveling of Fate forgets himself into immortality — Wendell Phillips Copy Share Image
