Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

Hold Fast, Therefore, O Circular Philosopher, To Thy Centre, And Drive The Globe Along Its Orbit By The Momentum Of Thy Thought.

Easy Come, Easy Go... "achieve-everything-while-doing-nothing" Schemes Don't Work, They Are Just Not Logical

Prudence Is The Footprint Of Wisdom.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

A Good Book Is Fruitful Of Other Books; It Perpetuates Its Fame From Age To Age, And Makes Eras In The Lives Of Its Readers.