Everyone Needs A Sense Of Shame, But

He Who Possesseth Little Is So Much The Less Possessed. Blessed Be Moderate Poverty!

Every Master Has But One Disciple, And That One Becomes Unfaithful To Him, For He Too Is Destined For Master-ship.

The Object Of Convalescence Ought To Be To Turn Our Attention To Life: At Other Times, Simply To Our Tasks!

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

Either One Does Not Dream, Or One Does So Interestingly. One Should Learn To Spend One's Waking Life In The Same Way: Not At All, Or Interestingly.