Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

Many Shining Actions Owe Their Success To Chance, Though The General Or Statesman Receive The Applause.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

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