Man, One May Say, Was Never In

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.