To The Fool, He Who Speaks Wisdom

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

The Same Man Cannot Well Be Skilled In Everything; Each Has His Special Excellence.

A Man Who Has Been In Danger, When He Comes Out Of It Forgets His Fears, And Sometimes He Forgets His Promises.