I Grow Old, Ever Learning Many Things.

In All Things That You Do, Consider The End.

No Man Is Happy; He Is At Best Fortunate.

If All Men Were To Bring Their Miseries Together In One Place, Most Would Be Glad To Take Each His Own Home Again Rather Than Take A Portion Out Of The Common Stock.

As I Grow Older, I Constantly Learn More.

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.