Man Is Never So Authentically Himself As

Deeper Meaning Resides In The Fairy Tales Told To Me In My Childhood Than In The Truth That Is Taught By Life.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.