A sharp-tempered woman, or, for that matter, a man, Is easier to deal with than the clever type Who holds her tongue.

There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.

There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.

Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.

Life is a short affair; We should try to make it smooth, and free from strife.

Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

He who believes needs no explanation.