Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink

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.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

One Who Contends With Immortals Lives A Very Short Life.

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.