Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.

A man's most valuable trait is a judicious sense of what not to believe.

But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.

Mankind led on by gods err all too easily.

Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.

The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings