Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

You Saw His Weakness, And He Will Never Forgive You.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.