A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.