What We Buy, And Pay For, Is

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

That Is The Great Mistake About The Affections. It Is Not The Rise And Fall Of Empires, The Birth And Death Of Kings, Or The Marching Of Armies That Move Them Most. When They Answer From Their Depths, It Is To The Domestic Joys And Tragedies Of Life.

Forethought Spares Afterthought.

Youth Is Always Sure That Change Must Mean Something Better.