All Finery Is A Sign Of Littleness.

True Genius Repeats Itself Forever, And Never Repeats Itself--one Ever Varied Sense Beams Novelty And Unity On All.

Where Consequence Ceases, There Folly, Restlessness And Misery Begin.

He Who Can Conceal His Joys, Is Greater Than He Who Can Hide His Griefs

The Humblest Star Twinkles Most In The Darkest Night.

He Who Always Seeks More Light The More He Finds, And Finds More The More He Seeks, Is One Of The Few Happy Mortals Who Take And Give In Every Point Of Time. The Tide And Ebb Of Giving And Receiving Is The Sum Of Human Happiness, Which He Alone Enjoys Who Always Wishes To Acquire New Knowledge, And Always Finds It.