Mankind Led On By Gods

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.