Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

All Men Know Their Children Mean More Than Life. If Childless People Sneer- Well, They've Less Sorrow. But What Lonesome Luck!

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.