Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is Mine!

Both Wit And Understanding Are Trifles Without Integrity; It Is That Which Gives Value To Every Character. The Ignorant Peasant, Without Fault, Is Greater Than The Philosopher With Many; For What Is Genius Or Courage Without A Heart?

Logicians Have But Ill Defined As Rational The Human Mind; Reason, They Say, Belongs To Man, But Let Them Prove It If They Can.

If We Do Not Find Happiness In The Present Moment, In What Shall We Find It?