Better Say Nothing At All. Language Is

The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday - But Never Jam Today.

Crawling At Your Feet,' Said The Gnat (alice Drew Her Feet Back In Some Alarm), `you May Observe A Bread-and-butterfly. Its Wings Are Thin Slices Of Bread-and-butter, Its Body Is A Crust, And Its Head Is A Lump Of Sugar.' And What Does It Live On?' Weak Tea With Cream In It.' A New Difficulty Came Into Alice's Head. `supposing It Couldn't Find Any?' She Suggested. Then It Would Die, Of Course.' But That Must Happen Very Often,' Alice Remarked Thoughtfully. It Always Happens,' Said The Gnat.

It's Always Tea-time.

Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which Way You're Going.

Where One Is Hopelessly Undecided As To What To Say, There (as Confucius Would Have Said, If They Had Given Him The Opportunity) Silence Is Golden.