Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of

The Average Estimate Themselves By What They Do, The Above Average By What They Are.

Folly, Thou Conquerest, And I Must Yield! Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain. Exalted Reason, Resplendent Daughter Of The Head Divine, Wise Foundress Of The System Of The World, Guide Of The Stars, Who Are Thou Then, If Thou, Bound To The Tail Of Folly's Uncurb'd Steed, Must, Vainly Shrieking, With The Drunken Crowd, Eyes Open, Plunge Down Headlong In The Abyss.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.