Forethought Spares Afterthought.

Truth Can Be Outraged By Silence Quite As Cruelly As By Speech.

The Breed Is More Than The Pasture. As You Know, The Cuckoo Lays Her Eggs In Any Bird's Nest; It May Be Hatched Among Blackbirds Or Robins Or Thrushes, But It Is Always A Cuckoo. ... A Man Cannot Deliver Himself From His Ancestors.

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.