The May Of Life Blooms Once And

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

O The Eye's Light Is A Noble Gift Of Heaven! All Beings Live From Light, Each Fair Created Thing; The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.