Misery Travels Free Through The

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

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.

Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

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