This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

Good Fortune Is A God Among Men, And More Than A God.

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.