Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention. -Magister artis ingenique largitor Venter
He conquers who endures.
Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.
Nothing can be born of nothing; nothing can be resolved into nothing.
Things fit only to give weight to smoke.
Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?