Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.

There Is A Majesty In Simplicity.

When To The Permanent Is Sacrificed The Mutable, The Prize Is Thine: The Drop Returneth Whence It Came. The Open Path Leads To The Changeless Change - Non-being, The Glorious State Of Absoluteness, The Bliss Past Human Thought.

Beauties In Vain Their Pretty Eyes May Roll; Charms Strike The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.