Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

Men In Their Generations Are Like The Leaves Of The Trees. The Wind Blows And One Year's Leaves Are Scattered On The Ground; But The Trees Burst Into Bud And Put On Fresh Ones When The Spring Comes Round.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.