First Let A Man Teach Himself, And

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.

Man's Restlessness Makes Him Strive.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

Beauty Is A Manifestation Of Secret Natural Laws, Which Otherwise Would Have Been Hidden From Us Forever.

There Is No Permanence In Doubt; It Incites The Mind To Closer Inquiry And Experiment, From Which, If Rightly Managed, Certainty Proceeds, And In This Alone Can Man Find Thorough Satisfaction.