To Lose One's Self In Reverie, One

If Poverty Makes Man Groan, He Yawns In Opulence. When Fortune Exempts Us From Labor, Nature Overwhelms Us With Time.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

Memory Always Obeys The Commands Of The Heart.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

Silence Never Yet Betrayed Any One!