It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?

In the word of no master am I bound to believe.

Strength without judgment falls by its own weight.

Time will bring to light whatever is hidden it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.

We are just statistics, born to consume resources.

Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

Brighter than Parian marble.