Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

It Is Best For The Wise Man Not To Seem Wise.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Success! To Thee, As To A God, Men Bend The Knee.

Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless Wrath.