* Pindar, a Thebian Greek wrote (circa 350 B.C.E.) War is sweet to those who have no experience of it. But the experienced man trembles exceedingly in his heart at its approach.

Creatures of a day. What is someone? What is no one? Man is the dream of a shadow.

Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.

Steer your boat with justice: forge A tongue on truth's anvil.

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand they strain into the future hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.

Even now I am full of hope but the end lies in God.

Time in the turning-over of days works change for better or worse.

The present will not long endure.

Time in the turning-over of days works change for better or worse.

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand they strain into the future hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.

The test of any man lies in action.

May God ... let me strive for attainable things.

Learn what you are and be such.

Skills vary with the man. We must... strive by that which is born in us.

Learn what you are and be such.

Learn what you are and be such.

May God ... let me strive for attainable things.

Learn what you are and be such.

Success for the striver washes away the effort of striving.