False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.