None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.

I Think That Fortune Watcheth O'er Our Lives, Surer Than We. But Well Said: He Who Strives Will Find His Goals Strive For Him Equally.

Prepare Yourselves For The Roaring Voice Of The God Of Joy!

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.