Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.