It Is Best For The Wise Man

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.