Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

What Dangers You Run, O Noble Souls! Often, You Give Your Heart, But We Take Only Your Body. Your Heart Is Left To You And You Look At It In The Shadows And Shudder.

A Stout Heart May Be Ruined In Fortune But Not In Spirit.

The Soul Does Not Give Itself Up To Despair Until It Has Exhausted All Illusions.

With A Tiny Bit Of Effort, The Nettle Would Be Useful; If You Neglect It, It Becomes A Pest. So Then We Kill It. How Many Men Are Like Nettles My Friends, There Is No Such Thing As A Weed And No Such Thing As A Bad Man. There Are Only Bad Cultivators.