And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He Who Can Call Today His Own; He Who, Secure Within, Can Say, Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

When We View Elevated Ideas Of Nature, The Result Of That View Is Admiration, Which Is Always The Cause Of Pleasure.

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.