Again, A Smooth Answer, Signifying Nothing.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.