Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

God Is Not Dumb, That He Should Speak No More; If Thou Hast Wanderings In The Wilderness And Find'st Not Sinai, 'tis Thy Soul Is Poor.

Fortune Is The Rod Of The Weak, And The Staff Of The Brave.

The Question Of Common Sense Is Always: 'what Is It Good For?' - A Question Which Would Abolish The Rose And Be Answered Triumphantly By The Cabbage.

What Men Prize Most Is A Privilege, Even If It Be That Of Chief Mourner At A Funeral.

Taste Is The Next Gift To Genius.