Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

Spare Your Breath To Cool Your Porridge.

It Is The Part Of A Wise Man To Keep Himself Today For Tomorrow, And Not To Venture All His Eggs In One Basket.

Virtue Is The Truest Nobility.