Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.

The Voice Of The Majority Is No Proof Of Justice.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.