The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

Individual Character Is In The Right That Is In Strict Consistence With Itself. Self-contradiction Is The Only Wrong.

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

The Hat Is The Pride Of Man; For He Who Cannot Keep His Hat On Before Kings And Emperors Is No Free Man.