For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

It Is Best For The Wise Man Not To Seem Wise.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.