A Rare Spoil For A Man Is

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.