Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

Of All The Gods Only Death Does Not Desire Gifts.

By Suffering Comes Wisdom.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.