It Is A Light Thing For Whoever

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe That Self-willed Pride Will Ever Be Better Than Good Counsel.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.