It Is An Ill Thing To Be

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.