Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By

He Who Neglects The Present Moment Throws Away All He Has.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain.

Satisfied If They Themselves Can Escape From The Hard Labour Of Thought, They Willingly Abandon To Others The Guardianship Of Their Thoughts.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.