Does Not All The Blood Within Me

The First Pressure Of Sorrow Crushes Out From Our Hearts The Best Wine; Afterwards The Constant Weight Of It Brings Forth Bitterness, The Taste And Stain From The Lees Of The Vat.

Fortune Comes Well To All That Comes Not Late.

Hope Has As Many Lives As A Cat Or A King.

Noble Souls, Through Dust And Heat, Rise From Disaster And Defeat The Stronger.

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.