He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

The Phoenix Hope, Can Wing Her Way Through The Desert Skies, And Still Defying Fortune's Spite; Revive From Ashes And Rise.

Let Us Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

Tomorrow Will Be A New Day.

Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.

Translating From One Language To Another, Unless It Is From Greek And Latin, The Queens Of All Languages, Is Like Looking At Flemish Tapestries From The Wrong Side, For Although The Figures Are Visible, They Are Covered By Threads That Obscure Them, And Cannot Be Seen With The Smoothness And Color Of The Right Side.