For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Wisdom Stands At The Turn In The Road And Calls Upon Us Publicly, But We Consider It False And Despise Its Adherents.

You See But Your Shadow When You Turn Your Back To The Sun.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

And Some Of Your Elders Remember Pleasures With Regret Like Wrongs Committed In Drunkenness. But Regret Is The Beclouding Of The Mind And Not Its Chastisement. They Should Remember Their Pleasures With Gratitude, As They Would The Harvest Of A Summer.