O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times?
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.
Futurity is impregnable to mortal ken: no prayer pierces through heaven's adamantine walls. Whether the birds fly right or left, whatever be the aspect of the stars, the book of nature is a maze, dreams are a lie, and every sign a falsehood.
Freedom can occur only through education.
A deep meaning often lies in old customs.