Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe

The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

Men In Their Generations Are Like The Leaves Of The Trees. The Wind Blows And One Year's Leaves Are Scattered On The Ground; But The Trees Burst Into Bud And Put On Fresh Ones When The Spring Comes Round.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.