The First Requisite To Happiness Is That

There Is No Worse Evil Than A Bad Woman; And Nothing Has Ever Been Produced Better Than A Good One.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.