Time Will Bring Healing.

Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For Everything.

Whoever Yields Properly To Fate, Is Deemed Wise Among Men, And Knows The Laws Of Heaven.

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

Since We Are Mortal, Friendships Are Best Kept To A Moderate Level, Rather Than Sharing The Very Depths Of Our Souls.