We Must Pronounce Him Fortunate

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.