The Food That Memory Gives To Eat

A Sharp Spear Needs No Polish.

As For The Girl, Since She Is Well Favoured, She Shall Brew The King's Beer, And Be Numbered Amongst The King's Wives-unless, Indeed, He Is Pleased To Give Her To Me.

Laughter And Bitterness Are Often The Veils With Which A Sore Heart Wraps Its Weakness From The World.

Ah! How Little Knowledge Does A Man Acquire In His Life. He Gathers It Up Like Water, But Like Water It Runs Between His Fingers, And Yet, If His Hands Be But Wet As Though With Dew, Behold A Generation Of Fools Call Out, 'see, He Is A Wise Man!' Is It Not So?

We White People Think That We Know Everything.