This Is The Highest Wisdom That I

Our Passions Are The True Phoenixes; When The Old One Is Burnt Out, A New One Rises From Its Ashes.

Man Supposes That He Directs His Life And Governs His Actions, When His Existence Is Irretrievably Under The Control Of Destiny

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.

Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.