My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was

What Good Can Come From Meeting Death With Tears? If A Man Is Sorry For Himself, He Doubles Death.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

Ignorance Of One's Misfortunes Is Clear Gain.