Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

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.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.