The Poor Go To War, To Fight

No Man Ever Wetted Clay And Then Left It, As If There Would Be Bricks By Chance And Fortune.

It Is A Difficult Task, O Citizens, To Make Speeches To The Belly, Which Has No Ears.

Grief Is Like A Physical Pain Which Must Be Allowed To Subside Somewhat On Its Own Before Medical Treatment Is Applied.

It Is Indeed A Desirable Thing To Be Well-descended, But The Glory Belongs To Our Ancestors.

Grief Is Natural; The Absence Of All Feeling Is Undesirable, But Moderation In Grief Should Be Observed, As In The Face Of All Good Or Evil.