You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Happiness Is A Choice That Requires Effort At Times.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?