The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men

Everyone Asks If A Man Is Rich, No One If He Is Good.

You Were A Stranger To Sorrow: Therefore Fate Has Cursed You.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

Bear Calamities With Meekness.

Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own Mortality, And Not Expect Too Much.