The Sea Complains Upon A

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.

I Would Rather Be Remembered By A Song Than By A Victory.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

We Are Never Happy; We Can Only Remember That We Were So Once.