Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.

Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless Wrath.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.