He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

Live With Your Century; But Do Not Be Its Creature.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

I Feel That I Am A Man Of Destiny.