Misery Is The End Of Those With

Time Will Explain It All. He Is A Talker, And Needs No Questioning Before He Speaks.

All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes.

There Is One Thing Alone That Stands The Brunt Of Life Throughout Its Course; A Quiet Conscience.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.