When A Wise Man Chooses A Sane

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Love Distills Desire Upon The Eyes, Love Brings Bewitching Grace Into The Heart.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

Sanity Brings Pain But Madness Is A Vile Thing.