Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.