Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience