Wit Is The Epitaph Of

For What Purpose Humanity Is There Should Not Even Concern Us: Why You Are Here, That You Should Ask Yourself: And If You Have No Ready Answer, Then Set For Yourself Goals, High And Noble Goals, And Perish In Pursuit Of Them!

The Unlucky Hand Dealt To Clear And Precise Writers Is That People Assume They Are Superficial And So Do Not Go To Any Trouble Inreading Them: And The Lucky Hand Dealt To Unclear Ones Is That The Reader Does Go To Some Trouble And Then Attributes The Pleasure He Experiences In His Own Zeal To Them.

A Martyr's Disciples Suffer More Than The Martyr.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

But Tell Me: How Did Gold Get To Be The Highest Value? Because It Is Uncommon And Useless And Gleaming And Gentle In Its Brilliance; It Always Gives Itself. Only As An Image Of The Highest Virtue Did Gold Get To Be The Highest Value. The Giver's Glance Gleams Like Gold. A Golden Brilliance Concludes Peace Between The Moon And The Sun. Uncommon Is The Highest Virtue And Useless, It Is Gleaming And Gentle In Its Brilliance: A Gift-giving Virtue Is The Highest Virtue.