Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.