Fine minds are seldom fine souls. - Jean Paul

We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of reflection.

The Fates and Furies, as well as the Graces and Sirens, glide with linked hands over life.

Rough and dark is often the veil of the soul, while within, so pure and transparent. Like the grey crust upon ice, that, when severed, reveals within a pure blue light, like the transparent ether. Thus remain veiled to the stranger, but be not concealed from thyself.