Night Is The Other Half Of Life,

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

I Am The Spirit That Denies.

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

Thought Expands, But Paralyzes; Action Animates, But Narrows.

Art Is Long, Life Short, Judgment Difficult, Opportunity Transient. To Act Is Easy, To Think Is Hard; To Act According To Our Thought Is Troublesome. Every Beginning Is Cheerful: The Threshold Is The Place Of Expectation.