The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
To persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man.
Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.