I Know You Even Under

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

You Pray For Good Health And A Body That Will Be Strong In Old Age. Good-but Your Rich Foods Block The Gods' Answer And Tie Jupiter's Hands.

He Conquers Who Endures.

Is Then Thy Knowledge Of No Value, Unless Another Know That Thou Possessest That Knowledge?

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]