Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Learned We May Be With Another Man's Learning: We Can Only Be Wise With Wisdom Of Our Own: [i Hate A Sage Who Is Not Wise For Himself]

Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do Too Much.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour

Youth Holds No Society With Grief.