Prayers And Provender Hinder No Journey.

Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards; There It Enters The Roots Of The Vines, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

Take Heed Of The Vinegar Of Sweet Wine, And The Anger Of Good-nature.

Finding Myself To Exist In The World, I Believe I Shall, In Some Shape Or Other, Always Exist.

Doing Your Best Means Never Stop Trying.

You And I Were Long Friends: You Are Now My Enemy, And I Am Yours.