Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

Wouldst Thou Wisely, And With Pleasure, Pass The Days Of Life's Short Measure, From The Slow One Counsel Take, But A Tool Of Him Ne'er Make; Ne'er As Friend The Swift One Know, Nor The Constant One As Foe.