Success Is Man's God.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

There's Only Few People Who Have Strength To Honor Someone's Achievement Without Envy.

Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose Laws Is New.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.