Evil Comes Not Amiss If It Comes

There's No Taking Trout With Dry Breeches.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.

The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

In Order To Attain The Impossible, One Must Attempt The Absurd.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.