Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.

Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

A Bird In The Hand Is A Certainty, But A Bird In The Bush May Sing.

Howbeit, Though No Scholar, I Am Not One Of Those Who Misuse The English Speech, And, Being Foolishly Led By The Hasty Custom Of Scriveners And Printers To Write The Letters "t" And "h" Joined Together, Which Resembleth A "y," Do Incontinently Jump To The Conclusion The The Is Pronounced "ye,"--the Like Of Which I Never Heard In All England.

The Creator Who Could Put A Cancer In A Believer's Stomach Is Above Being Interfered With By Prayers.