Love Is An Ideal Thing, Marriage A

Why Should We Not Recognize In The Lightning, The Thunder, And The Storm Wind, The Approach Of An Overwhelming Power, And In The Scent Of Flowers And The Gently Rustling Zephyr The Presence Of A Being Full Of Love?

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In The Thought That Genius Is Not Immortal.

First And Last, What Is Demanded Of Genius Is Love Of Truth.

Divide And Rule, A Sound Motto. Unite And Lead, A Better One.