Even If Misfortune Is Only Good For

He Is Very Foolish Who Aims At Satisfying All The World And His Father.

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy Them. [lat., Les Delicats Sont Malheureux, Rien Ne Saurait Les Satisfaire.]

Every One Turns His Dreams Into Realities As Far As He Can; Man Is Cold As Ice To The Truth, Hot As Fire To Falsehood.

Every Editor Of Newspapers Pays Tribute To The Devil.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.