Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.