I Count Only The Hours That Are

To Be Happy Is Only To Have Freed One's Soul From The Unrest Of Unhappiness.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together ... Speech Is Too Often ... The Act Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal ... Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity ... It Is Idle To Think That, By Means Of Words, Any Real Communication Can Ever Pass From One Man To Another.

The Hour Of Justice Does Not Strike On The Dials Of This World.

The Souls Of All Our Brethren Are Ever Hovering About Us, Craving For A Caress, And Only Waiting For The Signal.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.