Pain Is Short, And Joy

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.