It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My

Sweet Is The Remembrance Of Troubles When You Are In Safety.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

This Is What It Means To Be A Slave; To Be Abused And Bear It; Compelled By Violence To Suffer Wrong.

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought.