The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens At The Door.

Love, Thine Is The Future. Death, I Use Thee, But I Hate Thee. Citizens, There Shall Be In The Future Neither Darkness Nor Thunderbolts; Neither Ferocious Ignorance Nor Blood For Blood.

Word Which The Finger Of God Has Written On The Brow Of Every Man — Hope!

The Miserable's Name Is Man; He Is Agonizing In All Climes, And He Is Groaning In All Languages.

The Peculiarity Of Sunrise Is To Make Us Laugh At All Our Terrors Of The Night, And Our Laugh Is Always Proportioned To The Fear We Have Had.