Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time,

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

Get Your Enemy To Read Your Works In Order To Mend Them, For Your Friend Is So Much Your Second Self That He Will Judge Too Like You.

He Who Tells A Lie Is Not Sensible Of How Great A Task He Undertakes; For He Must Be Forced To Invent Twenty More To Maintain That One.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.