Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

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.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.