All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

Ah, why should life all labor be?

I am a part of all whom I have met.

O hard, when love and duty clash!

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks

The saddest thing about any man is that he be ignorant, and the most exciting thing is that he knows.