And Still, Laughter Is Akin To Weeping.

Who Knows Whence He Comes, Where He Is, And Whither He Tends, He, And He Alone, Is Wise.

If You See One Cold And Vehement At The Same Time, Set Him Down For A Fanatic.

He Who, Silent, Loves To Be With Us - He Who Loves Us In Our Silence - Has Touched One Of The Keys That Ravish Hearts.

The Humblest Star Twinkles Most In The Darkest Night.

He Who Always Prefaces His Tale With Laughter, Is Poised Between Impertinence And Folly.