Idleness Induces Caprice.

The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

Who Knows Whither The Clouds Have Fled? In The Unscarred Heaven They Leave No Wake; And The Eyes Forget The Tears They Have Shed, The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

Silence Is Sorrow's Best Food.

Fortune Is The Rod Of The Weak, And The Staff Of The Brave.

Whatever You May Be Sure Of, Be Sure Of This, That You Are Dreadfully Like Other People.