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The Roaring Of Lions, The Howling Of Wolves, The Raging Of The Stormy Sea, And The Destructive Sword, Are Portions Of Eternity, Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

How Can The Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing? How Can A Child, When Fears Annoy, But Droop His Tender Wing, And Forget His Youthful Spring?

The Road Of Excess Leads To The Palace Of Wisdom.

He Who Has Few Things To Desire Cannot Have Many To Fear.