Time Is My Estate: To

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

Confronted By Outstanding Merit, There Is No Way Of Saving One's Ego Except By Love

Look Closely At Those Who Patronize You. Half Are Unfeeling, Half Untaught.

The Real Scholar Learns How To Evolve The Unknown From The Known, And Draws Near The Master.

Only Law Can Give Us Freedom.