O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

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

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.