In Any Adversity Gold Can Find Friends.

Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!

For Still I See That Forethought Spares Afterthought And After-sorrow.

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.

... Money Trials Are Not The Hardest, And Somehow Or Other, They Are Always Overcome.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.