Since Luck's A Nine Days' Wonder, Wait

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.

Love Is All We Have, The Only Way That Each Can Help The Other.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

One Loyal Friend Is Worth Ten Thousand Relatives.