It Is Play And Only Play That

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.

There Is Room In The Smallest Cottage For A Happy Loving Pair.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.