All Thoughts That Mold The Age Begin

The First Lesson Of Life Is To Burn Our Own Smoke; That Is, Not To Inflict On Outsiders Our Personal Sorrows And Petty Morbidness, Not To Keep Thinking Of Ourselves As Exceptional Cases.

All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised.

May Is A Pious Fraud Of The Almanac.

Life Is The Jailer, Death The Angel Sent To Draw The Unwilling Bolts And Set Us Free.

What Men Call Luck Is The Prerogative Of Valiant Souls, The Fealty Life Pays Its Rightful Kings.