I Know You Even Under The Skin.

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.]

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

He Who Conquers, Endures.

He Conquers Who Endures.

For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.