Truth Exists For The Wise, Beauty For

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.