Improvement Makes Strait Roads, But

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

For Everything Exists And Not One Sigh Nor Smile Nor Tear, One Hair Nor Particle Of Dust, Not One Can Pass Away.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.