From The Disease Of One

For The Short-lived Bloom And Contracted Span Of Brief And Wretched Life Is Fast Fleeting Away! While We Are Drinking And Calling For Garlands, Ointments, And Women, Old Age Steals Swiftly On With Noiseless Step.

Those Who Do Not Wish To Kill Any One, Wish They Had The Power. [lat., Et Qui Nolunt Occidere Quemquam Posse Volunt.]

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

We Deem Those Happy Who, From The Experience Of Life, Have Learned To Bear Its Ills, Without Being Overcome By Them.

Death Alone Discloses How Insignificant Are The Puny Bodies Of Men.