If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue,

The Miracle On Earth Are The Laws Of Heaven.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.

Has It Never Occurred To Us, When Surrounded By Sorrows, That They May Be Sent To Us Only For Our Instruction, As We Darken The Eyes Of Birds When We Wish Them To Sing?