Let Us Forget And Forgive Injuries.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

For The Army Is A School In Which The Miser Becomes Generous, And The Generous Prodigal; Miserly Soldiers Are Like Monsters, But Very Rarely Seen.

Fear Has Many Eyes And Can See Things Underground.

What A Man Has, So Much He Is Sure Of.

One Should Not Talk Of Hatters In The House Of The Hanged.