Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful

We Have No Hope And Yet We Live In Longing.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

Deed Done Is Well Begun.

Perceive Ye Not That We Are Worms, Designed To Form The Angelic Butterfly, That Goes To Judgment, Leaving All Defence Behind? Why Doth Your Mind Take Such Exalted Pose, Since Ye, Disabled, Are As Insects, Mean As Worm Which Never Transformation Knows?

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words