Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

Talk Sense To A Fool And He Calls You Foolish.

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.