Make Yourself Honey And The Flies Will

Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat, And A Coward.

Thou Hast Seen Nothing Yet.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

The Proof Is In The Pudding.

He Who Has The Judge For His Father Goes Into Court With An Easy Mind.