Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
To revive sorrow is cruel.
To those who err in judgment, not in will, anger is gentle.
Do nothing secretly; for Time sees and hears all things, and discloses all.
Success is dependant on effort.