Truth is more than a dream and a song.
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
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.
It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.
There is no solitude in nature.
One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.