He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.