Half Of Tradition Is A

The Cold Passed Reluctantly From The Earth, And The Retiring Fogs Revealed An Army Stretched Out On The Hills, Resting. As The Landscape Changed From Brown To Green, The Army Awakened, And Began To Tremble With Eagerness At The Noise Of Rumors.

If There Is A Witness To My Little Life,to My Tiny Throes And Struggles,he Sees A Fool;and It Is Not Fine For Gods To Menace Fools.

Perhaps An Individual Must Consider His Own Death To Be The Final Phenomenon Of Nature.

A Serious Prophet Upon Predicting A Flood Should Be The First Man To Climb A Tree. This Would Demonstrate That He Was Indeed A Seer.

It Was Not Well To Drive Men Into Final Corners; At Those Moments They Could All Develop Teeth And Claws.