I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows

The Gods Visit The Sins Of The Fathers Upon The Children.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

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.

Anger Exceeding Limits Causes Fear And Excessive Kindness Eliminates Respect.

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.