He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

When God Sends The Dawn, He Sends It For All.

For Neither Good Nor Evil Can Last For Ever; And So It Follows That As Evil Has Lasted A Long Time, Good Must Now Be Close At Hand.

There Is No Remembrance Which Time Does Not Obliterate, Nor Pain Which Death Does Not Terminate.

It's Up To Brave Hearts, Sir, To Be Patient When Things Are Going Badly, As Well As Being Happy When They're Going Well ... For I've Heard That What They Call Fortune Is A Flighty Woman Who Drinks Too Much, And, What's More, She's Blind, So She Can't See What She's Doing, And She Doesn't Know Who She's Knocking Over Or Who She's Raising Up.

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.