If From Society We Learn To Live,

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend. The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend.

If I Am Fool, It Is, At Least, A Doubting One; And I Envy No One The Certainty Of His Self-approved Wisdom.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.