Hate Is A Bottomless Cup;

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

The Company Of Just And Righteous Men Is Better Than Wealth And A Rich Estate.

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.