Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
Who cannot open an honest mind No friend will he be of mine.
Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.
Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.
Leave no stone untamed.