Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions,

The Heights Charm Us, But The Steps Do Not; With The Mountain In Our View We Love To Walk The Plains.

The Really Unhappy Person Is The One Who Leaves Undone What They Can Do, And Starts Doing What They Don't Understand; No Wonder They Come To Grief.

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

Time Is My Estate: To Time I'm Heir.

Whether One Show One's Self A Man Of Genius In Science Or Compose A Song, The Only Point Is, Whether The Thought, The Discovery, The Deed, Is Living And Can Live On.