No Man Is More Than Another Unless

Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who Can Sing.

Every One In His Own House And God In All Of Them.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.

The Man Who Is Prepared Has His Battle Half Fought.

In Short, Virtue Cannot Live Where Envy Reigns, Nor Liberality Subsist With Niggardliness.