Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been

The Best Prophet Is Common Sense, Our Native Wit.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

Mankind . . . Possesses Two Supreme Blessings. First Of These Is The Goddess Demeter, Or Earth Whichever Name You Choose To Call Her By. It Was She Who Gave To Man His Nourishment Of Grain. But After Her There Came The Son Of Semele, Who Matched Her Present By Inventing Liquid Wine As His Gift To Man. For Filled With That Good Gift, Suffering Mankind Forgets Its Grief; From It Comes Sleep; With It Oblivion Of The Troubles Of The Day. There Is No Other Medicine For Misery.

Only A Madman Would Give Good For Evil

Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay. God Batters At Its Sails.