Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

We All Scribble Poetry.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.