Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.