Cowards Do Not Count In

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.

The Unrighteous Are Never Really Fortunate.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.