Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

What Is God, What Is Not God, What Is Between Man And God, Who Shall Say?

Chance Fights Ever On The Side Of The Prudent.

For The Weariest Road That Man May Wend Is Forth Fromn The Home Of His Father.

The Greatest Pleasure Of Life Is Love.