The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy,

Life Has No Blessing Like A Prudent Friend.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

It Is Wise To Withhold One's Heart And Mind From Men Who Think Themselves Superior.