Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

What A Day It Is When We Must Envy The Men In Their Graves.

The Beautiful Is A Phenomenon Which Is Never Apparent Of Itself, But Is Reflected In A Thousand Different Works Of The Creator.

He Who Does Not Know Foreign Languages Does Not Know Anything About His Own.

Fret Not Over The Irretrievable, But Ever Act As If Thy Life Were Just Begun.

There Is No Trifling With Nature; It Is Always True, Grave, And Severe; It Is Always In The Light, And The Faults And Errors Fall To Our Share. It Defies Incompetency, But Reveals Its Secrets To The Competent, The Truthful, And The Pure.