Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

All Men Have Need Of The Gods.

And Not A Man Appears To Tell Their Fate.

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

It Is A Wise Child That Knows His Own Father. [lat., Nondum Enim Quisquam Suum Parentem Ipse Cognosvit.]