A Sweet Thing, For Whatever

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

Happy The Man Who From The Sea Escapes The Storm And Finds Harbor.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.