Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

History Teaches Everything, Even The Future.

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.

There Is No Man More Complete Than The One Who Travelled A Lot, Who Changed The Shape Of His Thoughts And His Life Twenty Times.

Too Much I've Seen, And Felt, And Lov'd In Life, Living I Come To Seek Lethaean Calm; Let Me, Fair Scenes! Forget All Worldly Strife, Oblivion Solely Is My Bosom's Balm.

Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy Father Is God.