Truth Comes Out In Wine.

Honey Comes Out Of The Air At Early Dawn The Leaves Of Trees Are Found Bedewed With Honey. Whether This Is The Perspiration Of The Sky Or A Sort Of Saliva Of The Stars, Or The Moisture Of The Air Purging Itself, Nevertheless It Brings With It The Great Pleasure Of Its Heavenly Nature. It Is Always Of The Best Quality When It Is Stored In The Best Flowers.

The World, And Whatever That Be Which We Call The Heavens, By The Vault Of Which All Things Are Enclosed, We Must Conceive To Be A Deity, To Be Eternal, Without Bounds, Neither Created Nor Subject At Any Time To Destruction. To Inquire What Is Beyond It Is No Concern Of Man; Nor Can The Human Mind Form Any Conjecture Concerning It.

Man Alone At The Very Moment Of His Birth, Cast Naked Upon The Naked Earth, Does She Abandon To Cries And Lamentations.

Compassion And Shame Come Over One Who Considers How Precarious Is The Origin Of The Proudest Of Living Beings: Often The Smell Of A Lately Extinguished Lamp Is Enough To Cause A Miscarriage. And To Think That From Such A Frail Beginning A Tyrant Or Butcher May Be Born! You Who Trust In Your Physical Strength, Who Embrace The Gifts Of Fortune And Consider Yourself Not Their Ward But Their Son, You Who Have A Domineering Spirit, You Who Consider Yourself A God As Soon As Success Swells Your Breast, Think How Little Could Have Destroyed You!

The Happier The Moment The Shorter.