Cling To Thy Native Land, For It

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.