When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.
I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.
Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks
Time [is] flowing in the middle of the night.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
The saddest thing about any man is that he be ignorant, and the most exciting thing is that he knows.