When A Man Comes To Me For

Poverty Is One Of Them Kind Of Misfortunes That We All Of Us Dread But None Of Us Pity.

There Are People Who Are Always Anticipating Trouble, And In This Way They Manage To Enjoy Many Sorrows That Never Really Happen To Them.

When A Young Man Begins To Go Down Hill Everything Seems To Be Greased For The Occasion.

Friendship Is Like Earthenware, Once Broken, It Can Be Mended; Love Is Like A Mirror, Once Broken That Ends It.

Too Many Individuals Are Like Shakespeare's Definition Of "echo,"--babbling Gossips Of The Air.