Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.

Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.