Silence And Simplicity Obtrude On No One,

Inspiration Is Solitary, Never Consecutive.

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.

He, Who Can Create, Abhors Destruction.

There Is A Name Hidden In The Shadow Of My Soul, Where I Read It Night And Day And No Other Eye Sees It.

Man, It Seems, Is Not Able To Bear The Languid Rest On Nature's Bosom, And When The Trumpet Sounds The Signal Of Danger, He Hastens To Join His Comrades, No Matter What The Cause That Calls Him To Arms. He Rushes Into The Thickest Of The Fight, And Amid The Uproar Of The Battle Regains Confidence In Himself And His Powers.