No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions Of Others. Wouldst Thou Other Men Know, Look Thou Within Thine Own Heart.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men Were More Godlike.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.