They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of

The Laws Of A State Change With The Changing Times.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.