The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest

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.

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.

Life Has No Blessing Like A Prudent Friend.

Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate. Incurable, In Each, The Wounds They Make.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.