Few Sons Are Equal To

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

A Councilor Ought Not To Sleep The Whole Night Through, A Man To Whom The Populace Is Entrusted, And Who Has Many Responsibilities.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death