For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

Retire Within Thyself, And Thou Will Discover How Small A Stock Is There. [lat., Tecum Habita, Et Noris Quam Sit Tibi Curta Supellex.]

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.

Oh, The Cares Of Men! How Much Emptiness There Is In Human Concerns!

Hunger Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Bestower Of Invention. -magister Artis Ingenique Largitor Venter