Do Not Kick Against The Pricks.

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

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