For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.