We Are Quick To Flare

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.