I Follow My Heart, For

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To Reason.

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.