Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.