In Grasping At Uncertainties We Lost That

Without Feathers It Isn't Easy To Fly: My Wings Have Got No Feathers. [lat., Sine Pennis Volare Hau Facilest: Meae Alae Pennas Non Habent.] [alt., Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy; My Wings Have No Feathers.]

He Who Rushes Headlong Into Love Will Fare Worse Than If He Had Cast Himself From A Precipice.

Let Us Celebrate The Occasion With Wine And Sweet Words.

He Is Hailed A Conqueror Of Conquerors. [lat., Victor Victorum Cluet.]

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.