Reflection Is A Flower Of The Mind,

The Majority Of The Common People Loathe War And Pray For Peace; Only A Handful Of Individuals, Whose Evil Joys Depend On General Misery, Desire War.

They Are Looking In Utter Darkness For That Which Has No Existence Whatsoever.

The Nearer People Approach Old Age The Closer They Return To A Semblance Of Childhood, Until The Time Comes For Them To Depart This Life, Again Like Children, Neither Tired Of Living Nor Aware Of Death.

Fortune Favors The Audacious.

The Wedlocks Of Minds Will Be Greater Than That Of Bodies.