Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.