May He Die With No

A Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak His Thoughts.

Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It Teaches A Man Evil.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Dead Men Have No Victory.