At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

The evils of tyranny are rarely seen but by him who resists it.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Make all good men your well-wishers, and then, in the years' steady sifting, Some of them turn into friends. Friends are the sunshine of life.

The use of proverbs is characteristic of an unlettered people. They are invaluable treasures to dunces with good memories.

Maidens! why should you worry in choosing whom you shall marry? Choose whom you may, you will find you have got somebody else.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.