Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.
When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.