Fire Is Next Akin To Smoke.

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

Love Has Both Its Gall And Honey In Abundance: It Has Sweetness To The Taste, But It Presents Bitterness Also To Satiety.

When You Fly From Temptation, Don't Leave A Forwarding Address. Where There's Smoke There's Fire.

Things We Do Not Expect, Happen More Frequently Than We Wish.