Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment

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.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

One Can Give Advice Comfortably From A Safe Port.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.