Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.