Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.