It Is Grievous For A Man To

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.

There Is Nothing Like A Dream To Create The Future.

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

Where No Plan Is Laid, Where The Disposal Of Time Is Surrendered Merely To The Chance Of Incident, Chaos Will Soon Reign.