Sing Away Sorrow, Cast Away Care.

Fortune May Have Yet A Better Success In Reserve For You And They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

When God Sends The Dawn, He Sends It For All.

Inasmuch As Ill-deeds Spring Up As A Spontaneous Crop, They Are Easy To Learn.

All The Vices, Sancho, Bring Some Kind Of Pleasure With Them; But Envy Brings Nothing But Irritation, Bitterness, And Rage.