Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More

What Exile From Himself Can Flee? To Zones, Though More And More Remote, Still, Still Pursues, Where'er I Be, The Blight Of Life--the Demon Thought.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.

Mont Blanc Is The Monarch Of Mountains; They Crown'd Him Long Ago On A Throne Of Rocks, In A Robe Of Clouds, With A Diadem Of Snow.

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!