Time Wasted Is A Theft From God.

Melancholy Is At The Bottom Of Everything, Just As At The End Of All Rivers Is The Sea. Can It Be Otherwise In A World Where Nothing Lasts, Where All That We Have Loved Or Shall Love Must Die? Is Death, Then, The Secret Of Life? The Gloom Of An Eternal Mourning Enwraps, More Or Less Closely, Every Serious And Thoughtful Soul, As Night Enwraps The Universe.

What Governs Men Is The Fear Of Truth.

Let The Living Live; And You, Gather Together Your Thoughts, Leave Behind You A Legacy Of Feeling And Ideas; You Will Be Most Useful So.

Dreams Are Excursions Into The Limbo Of Things, A Semi-deliverance From The Human Prison.

Righteous Ends, Thus Approved, Absolve Of Guilt The Most Violent Means.