The Happy Man Does Not Notice The

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

Joy, In Nature's Wide Dominion, Mightiest Cause Of All Is Found; And 'tis Joy That Moves The Pinion When The Wheel Of Time Goes Round.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.