Only learn to seize good fortune, for good fortune's always here.

But who will dare to speak the truth out clear? The few who anything of truth have learned, And foolishly did not keep truth concealed, Their thoughts and visions to the common herd revealed, Since time began we've crucified and burned

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, He is the proper man.

One errs as long as one strives.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Sound and sufficient reason falls, after all, to the share of but few men, and those few men exert their influence in silence.

God made man simple, but how he changed and got complicated is hard to say.