No One Is Happy All His Life

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

Chance Fights Ever On The Side Of The Prudent.

Time Cancels Young Pain.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.