Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. She who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. She whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
No bird soars too high, if she soars with her own wings. The most sublime act is to set another before you . If the fool would persist in her folly she would become wise. Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Pride's cloke.