Society Does Not Love Its Unmaskers.

If You Believe In Fate, Believe In It, At Least, For Your Good.

Time Dissipates To Shining Ether The Solid Angularity Of Facts.

The Condition Which High Friendship Demands Is Ability To Do Without It.

Solitude Is Impractical, And Society Fatal. We Must Keep Our Head In The One And Our Hands In The Other. The Conditions Are Met, If We Keep Our Independence, Yet Do Not Lose Our Sympathy.

Let Us, If We Must Have Great Actions, Make Our Own So. All Action Is Of Infinite Elasticity, And The Least Admits Of Being Inflated With Celestial Air, Until It Eclipses The Sun And Moon.