I Say No Wealth Is Worth My

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.