The Life Of Men Is Painful.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.