A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Dead Men Have No Victory.

There Is Something In The Pang Of Change More Than The Heart Can Bear, Unhappiness Remembering Happiness.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

Bodies Devoid Of Mind Are As Statues In The Market Place.