The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley:

The Malicious Have A Dark Happiness.

Peace Is The Virtue Of Civilization. War Is Its Crime.

Nature, Like A Kind And Smiling Mother, Lends Herself To Our Dreams And Cherishes Our Fancies.

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.

The Miserable's Name Is Man; He Is Agonizing In All Climes, And He Is Groaning In All Languages.