No Man Is Happy; He Is At

If All Men Were To Bring Their Miseries Together In One Place, Most Would Be Glad To Take Each His Own Home Again Rather Than Take A Portion Out Of The Common Stock.

Often The Wicked Prosper, While The Righteous Starve; Yet I Would Never Exchange My State For Theirs, My Virtue For Their Gold. For Mine Endures, While Riches Change Their Owner Every Day.

Honors Achieved Far Exceed Those That Are Created.

Speech Is The Mirror Of Action.

Laws Are Like Spiders Webs Which, If Anything Small Falls Into Them They Ensnare It, But Large Things Break Through And Escape.