I Grow Old, Ever Learning

If All Men Were To Bring Their Miseries Together In One Place, Most Would Be Glad To Take Each His Own Home Again Rather Than Take A Portion Out Of The Common Stock.

Honors Achieved Far Exceed Those That Are Created.

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.

An Unlucky Rich Man Is More Capable Of Satisfying His Desires And Of Riding Out Disaster When It Strikes, But A Lucky Man Is Better Off Than Him...he Is The One Who Deserves To Be Described As Happy. But Until He Is Dead, You Had Better Refrain From Calling Him Happy, And Just Call Him Fortunate.

Consider Your Honour, As A Gentleman, Of More Weight Than An Oath.