We Must Respect The Past,

When One Has Too Great A Dread Of What Is Impending, One Feels Some Relief When The Trouble Has Come.

Science Confounds Everything; It Gives To The Flowers An Animal Appetite, And Takes Away From Even The Plants Their Chastity.

Music Has Seven Letters, Writing Has Twenty-six Notes

Pleasures Are Always Children, Pains Always Have Wrinkles.

Words Are Like Eyeglasses They Blur Everything That They Do Not Make Clear.