On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.