By Suffering Comes Wisdom.

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

Happiness Is A Choice That Requires Effort At Times.