The Dictates Of The Heart Are The

There Is No Solitude In Nature.

Truth Suffers No Loss If A Vehement Youth Fails In Finding It, In The Same Way That Virtue And Religion Suffer No Detriment If A Criminal Denies Them.

It May Here Be Justly Said, That Genuine Morality Is Preserved Only In The School Of Adversity, And A State Of Continuous Prosperity May Easily Prove A Quicksand To Virtue.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.