The Lucky Person Passes For

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

The Gods Visit The Sins Of The Fathers Upon The Children.

I Think That Fortune Watcheth O'er Our Lives, Surer Than We. But Well Said: He Who Strives Will Find His Goals Strive For Him Equally.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Too Much Zeal Offends Where Indirection Works.