Those Who Do Not Wish To Kill

Seek Not To Shine By Borrow'd Lights Alone.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

He Who Wishes To Become Rich Wishes To Become So Immediately.

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.