Think With Awe On The Slow And

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

Physical Beauty Is The Sign Of An Interior Beauty, A Spiritual And Moral Beauty Which Is The Basis, The Principle, And The Unity Of The Beautiful.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Honesty Prospers In Every Condition Of Life.

History, Insofar As It Accustoms Human Beings To Comprehend The Whole Of The Past And To Hasten Forward With Its Conclusions Into The Far Future, Conceals The Boundaries Of Birth And Death, Which Enclose The Life Of The Human Being So Narrowly And Oppressively, And With A Kind Of Optical Illusion, Expands His Short Existence Into Endless Space, Leading The Individual Imperceptibly Over Into Humanity.