Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.