Every Sin Provokes Its Punishment.

Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves Only.

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.

A Sip Is The Most Than Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Nor Is A Day Lived If The Dawn Is Left Out Of It, With The Prospects It Opens. Who Speaks Charmingly Of Nature Or Of Mankind, Like Him Who Comes Bibulous Of Sunrise And The Fountains Of Waters?