The Value Is In The Worth, Not

Wealth Unused Might As Well Not Exist.

Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk.

Contentment With Our Lot Is An Element Of Happiness.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

The Level Of Our Success Is Limited Only By Our Imagination And No Act Of Kindness, However Small, Is Ever Wasted.