Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered;

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

Let A Man Accept His Destiny, No Pity And No Tears.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.

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