The Principal Rule Of Art Is To

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.