Those Who Have Not, And Live In

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought.

When Cheated, Wife Or Husband Feels The Same.

Fate Finds For Every Man; His Share Of Misery.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?