Night Is The Other Half Of Life,

All Things Are Only Transitory.

Every Reader, If He Has A Strong Mind, Reads Himself Into The Book, And Amalgamates His Thoughts With Those Of The Author.

Mysterious In The Light Of Day, Nature Retains Her Veil, Despite Our Clamours: That Which She Does Not Willingly Display Cannot Be Wrenched From Her With Levers, Screws And Hammers.

Humor Is One Of The Elements Of Genius--admirable As An Adjunct; But As Soon As It Becomes Dominant, Only A Surrogate For Genius.

Alas! Sorrow From Happiness Is Oft Evolved.