Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.

Love Is Only Known By Him Who Hopelessly Persists In Love.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.

This Is The Curse Of An Evil Deed, That It Incites And Must Bring Forth More Evil.