The Wretched Have No Friends.

He Who Would Search For Pearls Must Dive Below.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.