Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.