It Is A Hard Matter, My Fellow

The First Evil Those Who Are Prone To Talk Suffer, Is That They Hear Nothing.

But For The Sake Of Some Little Mouthful Of Flesh We Deprive A Soul Of The Sun And Light, And Of That Proportion Of Life And Time It Had Been Born Into The World To Enjoy.

Beauty Is The Flower Of Virtue.

Lamentation Is The Only Musician That Always, Like A Screech-owl, Alights And Sits On The Roof Of Any Angry Man.

Time Is The Wisest Of All Counselors.