Disappointments Are To The Soul What A

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

There Is More To Life Than Just Existing And Having A Pleasant Time.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.