We Are Never Deceived; We Deceive Ourselves.

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.

It Is A Maxim Of Wise Government To Treat People Not As They Should Be But As They Actually Are.

Wind Is The Loving Wooer Of Waters; Wind Blends Together Billows All-foaming. Spirit Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Water! Fortune Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Wind!

Truth Is A Torch, But A Terrific One; Therefore We All Try To Reach It With Closed Eyes, Lest We Should Be Scorched.