Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
The present will not long endure.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Water is the best of all things.
Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection