Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not

Whoever Yields Properly To Fate, Is Deemed Wise Among Men, And Knows The Laws Of Heaven.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

Ten Soldiers Wisely Led Will Beat A Hundred Without A Head.

The Man Who Knows When Not To Act Is Wise. To My Mind Bravery If Forethought.