Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Some Wisdom You Must Learn From One Who's Wise

The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born To A First Wife.

What Greater Pain Could Mortals Have Than This: To See Their Children Dead Before Their Eyes?