In All Things Let Reason

Laws Are Like Spider's Webs: If Some Poor Weak Creature Comes Up Against Them, It Is Caught; But A Big One Can Break Through And Get Away.

As I Grow Older, I Constantly Learn More.

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.

Poets Tell Many Lies.

Say Nothing But Good Of The Dead.