Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

God Lends A Helping Hand To The Man Who Tries Hard.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.