Ill-gotten Wealth Is Never Stable.

Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own Mortality, And Not Expect Too Much.

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

What We Look For Does Not Come To Pass; God Finds A Way For What None Foresaw.

A Wretched Child Is He Who Does Not Return His Parents' Care.