Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

Keep thy hook always baited, for a fish lurks even in the most unlikely swim.

Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.

Isn't the best defense always a good attack?

We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.