To Die With Glory, If One Has

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

Every Man Is Like The Company He Wont To Keep.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

Anger Exceeding Limits Causes Fear And Excessive Kindness Eliminates Respect.