Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.

He who can simulate sanity will be sane.

Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.

Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.

We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.