Mutability Is Written Upon All Things.

Women Read Each Other At A Single Glance.

Poverty Treads Close Upon The Heels Of Great And Unexpected Wealth.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

Gold Like The Sun, Which Melts Wax, But Hardens Clay, Expands Great Souls.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.