I Love The Old Way Best, The

Sound Judgement, With Discernment Is The Best Of Seers

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought, Exaltation In The Changing Of The Muses; I Have Been Versed In The Reasonings Of Men; But Fate Is Stronger Than Anything I Have Known.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.