In All Troublous Events We May Find

Youth Is Always Sure That Change Must Mean Something Better.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

It Is Always The Simple That Produces The Marvelous.

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.