A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.