The May Of Life Blooms Once And

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.