Indifference Is The Invincible Grant

The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into The Hands Of Brass. The Sensitive Herb Is Eaten As Grass By The Swine.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.

No Great Talker Ever Did Any Great Thing Yet, In This World.

It Is Only To Those Who Have Never Lived That Death Ever Can Seems Beautiful.