Success! To Thee, As To A God,

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?