The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.

What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.

In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?

'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.

Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.

Some men never find prosperity, For all their voyaging, While others find it with no voyaging.

To the worker, God himself lends aid.