The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.