It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?

On day is pressed on by another.

Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.

It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?