Even Weak Men When United Are Powerful.

The Hat Is The Pride Of Man; For He Who Cannot Keep His Hat On Before Kings And Emperors Is No Free Man.

Opposition Always Inflames The Enthusiast, Never Converts Him.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

To Save All We Must Risk All.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.