Opposition Always Inflames The Enthusiast, Never Converts

Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

To Live Is To Dream, And To Dream Pleasantly Is To Be Wise.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.