Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

One Does Nothing Who Tries To Console A Despondent Person With Word. A Friend Is One Who Aids With Deeds At A Critical Time When Deeds Are Called For.

If I Could Remake The World, I'd Banish Women, Send Them Away With All Their Trouble. Then Children Would Come From A Purer Source.

A Rare Spoil For A Man Is The Winning Of A Good Wife; Very Plentiful Are The Worthless Women.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.