It Is Best For The Wise Man

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

But I Will Place This Carefully Fed Pig Within The Crackling Oven; And, I Pray, What Nicer Dish Can E'er Be Given To Man.

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.