“We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust.

That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.”

“Make more than dust.”

“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!”

“We can show the way. We can make dust -- or eat dust.”

“Let’s return now to the dust as the dust we are”

“We are all dust.”

“We are but dust and shadow.”
Pulvis et umbra sumus.

“So, in our wisdom and fair justice we go on—"Giving to dust that is a little gilt, More laud than gold e'er dusted;" proclaiming the merits of the bad wine, and making it, by every token, as enticing as we can; and blessing our stars that the good will be found out by its flavor "without our stir." As it is inestimable, we seek not to win esteem for it; as it is beyond all praise, we bestow no praises upon it.”

“We do not have anything, but the body. The soul is an invention, dust of the cross.”

“We are a blend of dust and divinity.”