Know We How Many Tomorrows The Gods

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

The Language Of Truth Is Simple.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

Whoever Yields Properly To Fate, Is Deemed Wise Among Men, And Knows The Laws Of Heaven.