Better To Flee From Death Than Feel

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

It Is Better To Watch People Do Stuff Than To Do Stuff.