Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Think Not To Match Yourself Against The Gods, For Men That Walk The Earth Cannot Hold Their Own With The Immortals.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.