Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

God Lends A Helping Hand To The Man Who Tries Hard.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.