Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant Never.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

To Gain A Crown By Fighting Is Great, To Reject It Divine.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.