No Bribes. Nothing That Passes Under The

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And Zeus The Heaven, Zeus All That Is, And What Transcends Them All.

Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless Wrath.