The Perfect Joys Of Heaven Do Not

Death Puts An End To Rivalship And Competition. The Dead Can Boast No Advantage Over Us, Nor Can We Triumph Over Them.

A Man Knows His Companion In A Long Journey And A Little Inn.

The Player Envies Only The Player, The Poet Envies Only The Poet.

There Is A Secret Pride In Every Human Heart That Revolts At Tyranny. You May Order And Drive An Individual, But You Cannot Make Him Respect You.

No Truly Great Person Ever Thought Themselves So.