The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.
In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
Death: the grand perhaps.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
And gain is gain, however small.