“But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man’s blood, there is no way to raise him up.”

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?

Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

It is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.

Words are doctors for the diseased temper.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

The blood of Christ can cleanse away all sin. But we must ‘plead guilty’ before God can declare us innocent.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

All the blood is drained out of democracy – it dies – when only half the population votes.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.