Words Are The Physicians Of

Old Age Hath Stronger Sense Of Right Than Youth.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.