Every Flatterer Lives At The Expense Of

Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of Time.

Is Not Moderation An Old Refrain Ringing In Our Ears? From Which We All Refrain.

We Heed No Instincts But Our Own.

Every One Turns His Dreams Into Realities As Far As He Can; Man Is Cold As Ice To The Truth, Hot As Fire To Falsehood.

He Knoweth The Universe, And Himself He Knoweth Not.