Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them. They Tell Me Those Who Were Poor Early Have Different Views Of Gold. I Don't Know How That Is. God Is Not So Wary As We, Else He Would Give Us No Friends, Lest We Forget Him.

Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon Adversity A Diamond Overtake.

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

That It Will Never Come Again Is What Makes Life Sweet.