Farewell's A Bitter Word To

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

Oh, No! My Heart Can Never Be Again In Lightest Hopes The Same; The Love That Lingers There For Thee Hath More Of Ashes Than Of Flame.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.

A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We Tremble.