Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own: he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine, the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.

Let your character be kept up the very end, just as it began, and so be consistent.

Being, be bold and venture to be wise.