What Anger Worse Or Slower To Abate

The Childless Escape Much Misery.

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.

Slight Not What's Near Through Aiming At What's Far.

A Wretched Child Is He Who Does Not Return His Parents' Care.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief