The World's History Is The World's Judgment.

To Live Is To Dream, And To Dream Pleasantly Is To Be Wise.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.