Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He Who Can Call Today His Own; He Who, Secure Within, Can Say, Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.