No Man Is Happy; He Is At

Poets Tell Many Lies.

An Unlucky Rich Man Is More Capable Of Satisfying His Desires And Of Riding Out Disaster When It Strikes, But A Lucky Man Is Better Off Than Him...he Is The One Who Deserves To Be Described As Happy. But Until He Is Dead, You Had Better Refrain From Calling Him Happy, And Just Call Him Fortunate.

Wealth Breeds Satiety, Satiety Outrage.

Men Keep Their Agreements When It Is An Advantage To Both Parties Not To Break Them; And I Shall So Frame My Laws That It Will Be Evident To The Athenians That It Will Be For Their Interest To Observe Them.

Pure Chastity Is Beauty To Our Souls, Grace To Our Bodies, And Peace To Our Desires.