The Gift Of A Bad Man Can

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

If There Are None [gods], All Our Toil Is Without Meaning.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.