Fortune May Raise Up Or Abuse The

O, What A Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise To Deceive!

Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of Art Than A Garden.

Adversity Is Like The Period Of The Rain. . . Cold, Comfortless, Unfriendly To People And To Animals; Yet From That Season Have Their Birth The Flower, The Fruit, The Date, The Rose And The Pomegranate.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

A Glass Of Good Wine Is A Gracious Creature, And Reconciles Poor Mortality To Itself And That Is What Few Things Can Do.