Noble Fathers Have Noble Children.

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

A Rare Spoil For A Man Is The Winning Of A Good Wife; Very Plentiful Are The Worthless Women.

If Some Appalling Disaster Befalls, There's Always A Way For The Rich.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.