Quantum Est In Rebus Inane! How Much

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]

Check Disease In Its Approach.

Things Fit Only To Give Weight To Smoke.

Your Knowing A Thing Is Nothing, Unless Another Knows You Know It.

The Man Who Wishes To Bend Me With His Tale Of Woe Must Shed True Tears - Not Tears That Have Been Got Ready Overnight.