Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But

There Is Just One Life For Each Of Us: Our Own.

The Gift Of A Bad Man Can Bring No Good.

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

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

Life Is A Short Affair; We Should Try To Make It Smooth, And Free From Strife.