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A Farmer Who Had A Quarrelsome Family Called His Sons And Told Them To Lay A Bunch Of Sticks Before Him. Then, After Laying The Sticks Parallel To One Another And Binding Them, He Challenged His Sons, One After One, To Pick Up The Bundle And Break It. They All Tried, But In Vain. Then, Untying The Bundle, He Gave Them The Sticks To Break One By One. This They Did With The Greatest Ease. Then Said The Father, "thus, My Sons, As Long As You Remain United, You Are A Match For Anything, But Differ And Separate, And You Are Undone".

Forbear Harping On What Was Of Yore, For It Is The Common Lot Of Mortals To Sustain The Ups And Downs Of Fortune.

Better One Safe Way Than A Hundred On Which You Cannot Reckon.

Injuries May Be Forgiven, But Not Forgotten.

It Pays To Be Content With Your Lot.