It's The Wise Man Who

In Life, The Worst Disasters Come From Passion.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.