The First Great Law Is To Obey.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

Love Is Only Known By Him Who Hopelessly Persists In Love.

Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.