Every Reader, If He Has A Strong

In Happy Ignorance, I Sighed For A World I Did Not Know, Where I Hoped To Find Every Pleasure And Enjoyment Which My Heart Could Desire; And Now, On My Return From That Wide World... How Many Disappointed Hopes And Unsuccessful Plans Have I Brought Back!

Never By Reflection, But Only By Doing Is Self- Knowledge Possible To One.

Lord Byron Is Only Great As A Poet; As Soon As He Reflects He Is A Child.

What Is The Destiny Of Man, But To Fill Up The Measure Of His Sufferings, And To Drink His Allotted Cup Of Bitterness?

Divide And Command, A Wise Maxim; Unite And Guide, A Better.