Joy Is The Reflex Of Terror.

The Wind Of Revolutions Is Not Tractable.

Do Not Ask The Name Of The Person Who Seeks A Bed For The Night. He Who Is Reluctant To Give His Name Is The One Who Most Needs Shelter.

No Religion But Blasphemes A Little.

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.

What A Gloomy Thing, Not To Know The Address Of One's Soul.