Language Is The Rubicon That Divides Man

I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember When I Saw The Stars For The First Time.

Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is Unhappy.

The Evil-doer Mourns In The Next; He Mourns In Both. He Mourns And Suffers When He Sees The Evil Of His Own Work.

Even A Good Man Sees Evil Days, As Long As His Good Deed Has Not Ripened; But When His Good Deed Has Ripened, Then Does The Good Man See Happy Days.

He Who Wishes To Put On The Yellow Dress Without Having Cleansed Himself From Sin, Who Disregards Temperance And Truth, Is Unworthy Of The Yellow Dress.