A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.
It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.
Truth lives on in the midst of deception.
It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.
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.