Change Of Habit Cannot Alter Nature.

Every One Is More Or Less Master Of His Own Fate.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

After The Rain Cometh The Fair Weather.

He Collected Audiences Around Him, And Flourished And Exhibited And Harangued.

False Friends Leave You In Times Of Trouble.