The First Great Law Is To Obey.

Misery Travels Free Through The Whole World!

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.

Great Souls Endure In Silence.