The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.