Appearance Should Never Attain Reality,

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men Were More Godlike.