We Pay A High Price For Intelligence.

What Is God, What Is Not God, What Is Between Man And God, Who Shall Say?

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

You Will Not Achieve Happiness If You Don't Work Hard; And It's A Shame Not To Want To Work Hard.

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.