Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.