Wine Enlivens The Human Soul.

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

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.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

The Wisest Men Follow Their Own Direction.

The Nobly Born Must Nobly Meet His Fate.