Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.

The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.

Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.

Leave no stone untamed.

Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.