Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand

Science Sans Conscience N' Est Que Le Ruine De L'âme. Knowledge Without Conscience Is But The Ruine Of The Soule.

Time, Which Gnaws And Diminisheth All Things Else, Augments And Increaseth Benefits; Because A Noble Action Of Liberality, Done To A Man Of Reason, Doth Grow Continually By His Generous Thinking Of It And Remembering It.

I Urge You To Spend Your Youth Profitably In Study And Virtue.... In Brief, Let Me See In You An Abyss Of Knowledge.

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]

It Is Better To Write Of Laughter Than Of Tears, For Laughter Is The Property Of Man.