I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

Hunger Is The Best Sauce In The World.

The Proof Is In The Pudding.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.

A Little In One's Own Pocket Is Better Than Much In Another Man's Purse.