The Stomach Is The Teacher Of The

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.]

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

Oh, The Cares Of Men! How Much Emptiness There Is In Human Concerns!

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

Is Any Man Free Except The One Who Can Pass His Life As He Pleases?