We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

Nought Is There In Wealth That Serves As Bulwark 'gainst The Subtle Stealth Of Destiny And Doom.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.