Neither The Gifts Nor The Blows Of

The Tempests Of Youth Are Mingled With Days Of Brilliant Sunshine.

The Counsels Of The Old, Like The Winter Sun, Shine, But Give No Heat.

Glory Fills The World With Virtue, And, Like A Beneficent Sun, Covers The Whole Earth With Flowers And With Fruits.

The Things We Know Best Are The Things We Haven't Been Taught.

Prosperity Makes Some Friends And Many Enemies.