Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time

When A Man's Willing And Eager The God's Join In.

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

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.