A Just Cause Needs No

Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure Brings.

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.