From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too Hastens With Him.

Few Men Have The Natural Strength To Honor A Friend's Success Without Envy.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

It Is Like A Woman Indeed To Take Rapture Before The Fact Is Shown For True. They Believe Too Easily, Are Too Quick To Shift From Ground To Ground; And Swift Indeed The Rumor Voiced By A Woman Dies Again.