The Education Of The Will Is The

Bring Me Wine, But Wine Which Never Grew In The Belly Of The Grape

Who Hears Me, Who Understands Me, Becomes Mine, A Possession For All Time.

We Are A Puny And Fickle Folk. Avarice, Hesitation, And Following Are Our Diseases.

The Chief Mourner Does Not Always Attend The Funeral.

Words Are Also Actions, And Actions Are A Kind Of Words.