Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

There Is Something In The Pang Of Change More Than The Heart Can Bear, Unhappiness Remembering Happiness.