Happiness Is A Ball After Which We

The Mob Has Nothing To Lose, Everything To Gain.

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.

Were The Eye Not Of The Sun, How Could We Behold The Light? If God's Might And Ours Were Not As One, How Could His Work Enchant Our Sight?

Prudent And Active Men, Who Know Their Strength And Use It With Limit And Circumspection, Alone Go Far In The Affairs Of The World.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.