To Every Man, Even Though He Be

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men And Who Search The Reasons Of Things, Are Those Who Bring The Most Sorrow On Themselves.

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

The Company Of Just And Righteous Men Is Better Than Wealth And A Rich Estate.