Love Cries Victory When The Tears Of

Man Is Ice To Truth And Fire To Falsehood.

All The Brains In The World Are Powerless Against The Sort Of Stupidity That Is In Fashion.

In Everything One Must Consider The End.

Everyone Calls Himself A Friend, But Only A Fool Relies On It; Nothing Is Commoner Than The Name, Nothing Rarer Than The Thing.

O Love, When Thou Gettest Dominion Over Us, We May Bid Good-by To Prudence.