If You Don't Want To

We Often Give Our Enemies The Means For Our Own Destruction.

Contentment With Our Lot Is An Element Of Happiness.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

I Thought These Grapes Were Ripe, But I See Now They Are Quite Sour.

Adversity Tests The Sincerity Of Friends