The Remedy Is Worse Than The Disease.

A Little Science Estranges A Man From God; A Lot Of Science Brings Him Back.

Who Then To Frail Mortality Shall Trust But Limns The Water, Or But Writes In Dust.

If Money Be Not Thy Servant, It Will Be Thy Master.

It Is A Sad Fate For A Man To Die Too Well Known To Everybody Else, And Still Unknown To Himself.

Friendship Redoubleth Joys, And Cutteth Griefs In Half.