In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

There Is No Such Thing As Chance; And What Seem To Us Merest Accident Springs From The Deepest Source Of Destiny.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

To Know Thyself--in Others Self-concern; Would'st Thou Know Others? Read Thyself--and Learn!