“ Fas est ab hoste doceri.One should learn even from one's enemies. ”
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
~ Ovid
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
