When A Good Man Is Hurt, All

Knowledge Is Not Wisdom: Cleverness Is Not, Not Without Awareness Of Our Death, Not Without Recalling Just How Brief Our Flare Is. He Who Overreaches Will, In His Overreaching, Lose What He Possesses, Betray What He Has Now. That Which Is Beyond Us, Which Is Greater Than The Human, The Unattainably Great, Is For The Mad, Or For Those Who Listen To The Mad, And Then Believe Them.

Let A Man Accept His Destiny, No Pity And No Tears.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

There Is In The Worst Of Fortune The Best Of Chances For A Happy Change.