Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

Appearance Rules The World.

Men Show No Mercy And Expect No Mercy, When Honor Calls, Or When They Fight For Their Idols Or Their Gods.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Even Now, Nature Is The Only Flame, On Which The Poetic Spirit Feeds; From It Alone It Draws All Its Power, To It Alone It Speaks Even In The Artificial, In The Man Engaged In Culture.