Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

If You Pour Oil And Vinegar Into The Same Vessel, You Would Call Them Not Friends But Opponents.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.