Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our

Restless Sunflower; Cease To Move.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

To The King, One Must Give His Possessions And His Life; But Honour Is A Possession Of Soul, And The Soul Is Only God's.

Never Confide Your Secrets To Paper; It Is Like Throwing A Stone In The Air; And If You Know Who Throws The Stone, You Do Not Know Where It May Fall.