The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is

Knowledge Is Not Wisdom: Cleverness Is Not, Not Without Awareness Of Our Death, Not Without Recalling Just How Brief Our Flare Is. He Who Overreaches Will, In His Overreaching, Lose What He Possesses, Betray What He Has Now. That Which Is Beyond Us, Which Is Greater Than The Human, The Unattainably Great, Is For The Mad, Or For Those Who Listen To The Mad, And Then Believe Them.

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate. Incurable, In Each, The Wounds They Make.