It Is Always In Season For Old

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.