Since Luck's A Nine Days' Wonder, Wait

Some Men Never Find Prosperity, For All Their Voyaging, While Others Find It With No Voyaging.

To A Father Growing Old Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

We Pay A High Price For Intelligence. Wisdom Hurts.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.