Appearance Rules The World.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.

The Empire Of Saturnus Is Gone By; Lord Of The Secret Birth Of Things Is He; Within The Lap Of Earth, And In The Depths Of The Imagination Dominates; And His Are All Things That Eschew The Light. The Time Is O'er Of Brooding And Contrivance, For Jupiter, The Lustrous, Lordeth Now, And The Dark Work, Complete Of Preparation, He Draws By Force Into The Realm Of Light. Now Must We Hasten On To Action, Ere The Scheme, And Most Auspicious Positure Parts O'er My Head, And Takes Once More Its Flight, For The Heavens Journey Still, And Adjourn Not.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.