Not At All Similar Are The Race

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.