In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed

I Owe Much; I Have Nothing; The Rest I Leave To The Poor.

How Do You Know Antiquity Was Foolish? How Do You Know The Present Is Wise? Who Made It Foolish? Who Made It Wise?

Always Open All Gates And Roads To Your Enemies, And Rather Make For Them A Bridge Of Silver, To Get Rid Of Them. [fr., Ouvrez Toujours A Vos Ennemis Toutes Les Portes Et Chemin, Et Plutot Leur Faites Un Pont D'argent, Afin De Les Renvoyer.]

For God, Nothing Is Impossible. And, If He Wanted, In The Future Women Would Give Birth From Their Ears.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Perhaps.