Women's Love Is For Their Men, Not

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

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

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who Will Not Be The Friend Of Every Man.

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.