The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A Life Of Toil.

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.