A Change Of Fortune Hurts A Wise

He That Blows The Coals In Quarrels That He Has Nothing To Do With, Has No Right To Complain If The Sparks Fly In His Face. - Ben Franklin

Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards; There It Enters The Roots Of The Vines, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

Is There Anything Men Take More Pains About Than To Render Themselves Unhappy?

The Pleasures Of This World Are Rather From God's Goodness Than Our Own Merit.

Who Has Deceived Thee As Oft As Thyself.