To The Worker, God Himself Lends Aid.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

When A Good Man Is Hurt, All Who Would Be Called Good Must Suffer With Him.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

Today's Today. Tomorrow We May Be Ourselves Gone Down The Drain Of Eternity.

The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs Wild, Worse Than Raging Fire, While The Man Who Stands Apart Is Called A Coward.