The Field Of Doom Bears Death As

To Be Free From Evil Thoughts Is God's Best Gift.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

But Let The Good Prevail.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

If You Pour Oil And Vinegar Into The Same Vessel, You Would Call Them Not Friends But Opponents.