I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Anger Exceeding Limits Causes Fear And Excessive Kindness Eliminates Respect.

Circumstances Rule Men And Not Men Rule Circumstances.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).