It Is Not Work That Kills Men;

The Things That Hurt Us Teach Us.

The Poor Man With Industry Is Happier Than The Rich Man In Idleness.

Debt Rolls A Man Over And Over, Binding Him Hand And Foot, And Letting Him Hang Upon The Fatal Mesh Until The Long-legged Interest Devours Him.

As Ships Meet At Sea A Moment Together, When Words Of Greeting Must Be Spoken, And Then Away Upon The Deep, So Men Meet In This World; And I Think We Should Cross No Man's Path Without Hailing Him, And If He Needs Giving Him Supplies.

Leaves Die, But Trees Do Not. They Only Undress.