Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.

The Strong Man Is Strongest When Alone.

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

It Is Criminal To Steal A Purse, Daring To Steal A Fortune, A Mark Of Greatness To Steal A Crown. The Blame Diminishes As The Guilt Increases.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

The Game Of Life Looks Cheerful When One Carries A Treasure Safe In His Heart.