The Happy Man Does Not Notice The

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.

Dear Is My Friend--yet From My Foe, As From My Friend, Comes Good: My Friend Shows What I Can Do, And My Foe What I Should.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.