Silence And Chaste Reserve Is

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.

Ares (the God Of War) Hates Those Who Hesitate.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.