Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!/ All that we know is, nothing can be known.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.

For Freedom's battle once begun, / Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, / Though baffled oft is ever won.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.