Thus One Can Observe That

Win For Yourself That Which Your Fathers Have Won.

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

Wherever A Man May Happen To Turn, Whatever A Man May Undertake, He Will Always End Up By Returning To That Path Which Nature Has Marked Out For Him.

Only That Type Of Story Deserves To Be Called Moral That Shows Us That One Has The Power Within Oneself To Act, Out Of The Conviction That There Is Something Better, Even Against One's Own Inclination.

Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows Are Deepest.