The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

For Hades Is Mighty In Calling Men To Account Below The Earth, And With A Mind That Records In Tablets He Surveys All Things.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

If You Pour Oil And Vinegar Into The Same Vessel, You Would Call Them Not Friends But Opponents.