Microscopes And Telescopes Really Confuse Our Minds.

Out Of Moderation A Pure Happiness Springs.

Night Is The Other Half Of Life, And The Better Half.

A Creation Of Importance Can Only Be Produced When Its Author Isolates Himself, It Is A Child Of Solitude.

The Eternal Female Draws Us Onward.

If You Have A Great Work In Your Head, Nothing Else Thrives Near It; All Other Thoughts Are Repelled, And The Pleasure Of Life Itself Is For The Time Lost.