No Man Looks With Love On Deeds

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.