You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

By Suffering Comes Wisdom.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.