Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is A Great Restorer Of Strength.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.