Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

Joy Is The Mainspring In The Whole Of Endless Nature's Calm Rotation. Joy Moves The Dazzling Wheels That Roll In The Great Time-piece Of Creation.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.