I Follow My Heart, For I Can

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.