Whatever Is, Is Right.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

I Never Knew Any Man In My Life Who Could Not Bear Another's Misfortunes Perfectly Like A Christian.

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.