It Is Idle To Play The Lyre

Whoever Eats The Lamb Outside This House Is Profane.

Every Day We Are Changing, Every Day We Are Dying, And Yet We Fancy Ourselves Eternal.

The Tired Ox Treads With A Firmer Step.

The Most Base Of Men Can Be Civilized Through Suffering.

Shun, As You Would The Plague, A Cleric Who From Being Poor Has Become Wealthy, Or Who, From Being Nobody Has Become A Celebrity.