A God Cannot Procure Death For Himself,

We Live By Reposing Trust In Each Other.

True Glory Consists In Doing What Deserves To Be Written, And Writing What Deserves To Be Read.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

The Great Business Of Man Is To Improve His Mind, And Govern His Manners; All Other Projects And Pursuits, Whether In Our Power To Compass Or Not, Are Only Amusements.

In Wine, There's Truth.