Out Of Nothing Can Come, And Nothing

It Is Pleasing To Be Pointed At With The Finger And To Have It Said, "there Goes The Man." [lat., At Pulchrum Est Digito Monstrari Et Dicier His Est.]

Things Fit Only To Give Weight To Smoke.

Is Then Thy Knowledge Of No Value, Unless Another Know That Thou Possessest That Knowledge?

Please Not Thyself The Flattering Crowd To Hear; 'tis Fulsome Stuff, To Please Thy Itching Ear. Survey Thy Soul, Not What Thou Does Appear, But What Thou Art.

He Who Conquers, Endures.