God Exalts The Man Who Humbles Himself.

Now Blessings Light On Him That First Invented This Same Sleep. It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak.

He Who's Never Loved Cannot Be Good.

It Is One Thing To Write As Poet And Another To Write As A Historian: The Poet Can Recount Or Sing About Things Not As They Were, But As They Should Have Been, And The Historian Must Write About Them Not As They Should Have Been, But As They Were, Without Adding Or Subtracting Anything From The Truth.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.

A Bad Year And A Bad Month To All The Backbiting Bitches In The World!.