A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.