For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

Oh, The Cares Of Men! How Much Emptiness There Is In Human Concerns!

And Don't Consult Anyone's Opinions But Your Own.

Please Not Thyself The Flattering Crowd To Hear; 'tis Fulsome Stuff, To Please Thy Itching Ear. Survey Thy Soul, Not What Thou Does Appear, But What Thou Art.

O Natal Star, Thou Producest Twins Of Widely Different Character. [lat., Geminos, Horoscope, Varo Producis Genio.]

Out Of Nothing Can Come, And Nothing Can Become Nothing.