The Language Of Truth Is Simple.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

Wrath Brings Mortal Men Their Gravest Hurt.

Death Is What Men Want When The Anguish Of Living Is More Than They Can Bear.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.