I Hate It In Friends When They

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.

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.

No One Is Happy All His Life Long.