When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.

Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

Don't Let Your Heart Depend On Things That Ornament Life In A Fleeting Way! He Who Possesses, Let Him Learn To Lose, He Who Is Fortunate, Let Him Learn Pain.