Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.