Until Death It Is All Life.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

For The Army Is A School In Which The Miser Becomes Generous, And The Generous Prodigal; Miserly Soldiers Are Like Monsters, But Very Rarely Seen.

The Pitcher Goes So Often To The Fountain That If Gets Broken.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.

Tomorrow Will Be A New Day.