The Memory Of A Good Deed Lives.

I Thought These Grapes Were Ripe, But I See Now They Are Quite Sour.

Pray Do Not Grieve So; But Go And Take A Stone, And Place It In The Hole, And Fancy That The Gold Is Still Lying There. It Will Do You Quite The Same Service; For When The Gold Was There, You Had It Not, As You Did Not Make The Slightest Use Of It.

It Is Not Only Fine Feathers That Make Fine Birds.

Contentment With Our Lot Is An Element Of Happiness.

Better A Long Life Of Toil Than A Short One Of Ease.