Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

Mankind, Why Do Ye Set Your Hearts On Things That, Of Necessity, May Not Be Shared?

To Get Back Up To The Shining World From There My Guide And I Went Into That Hidden Tunnel, And Following Its Path, We Took No Care To Rest, But Climbed: He First, Then I-so Far, Through A Round Aperture I Saw Appear Some Of The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears, Where We Came Forth, And Once More Saw The Stars.

Fame Is Not Won On Downy Plumes Nor Under Canopies; The Man Who Consumes His Days Without Obtaining It Leaves Such Mark Of Himself On Earth As Smoke In Air Or Foam On Water.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.