Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

Lucky Is The Man Who Has Been Successful With His Children And Not Got Ones Who Are Notorious Disasters.

A Just Cause Needs No Interpreting. It Carries Its Own Case. But The Unjust Argument Since It Is Sick, Needs Clever Medicine.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

To A Father Growing Old Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter.