We Must Believe In The Gods No

Time Cancels Young Pain.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

Whoso Neglects Learning In His Youth, Loses The Past And Is Dead For The Future.

The Childless Escape Much Misery.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!