My Memory Is So Bad That Many

He Who's Never Loved Cannot Be Good.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

The Guts Carry The Feet, Not The Feet The Guts.

Facts Are The Enemy Of Truth.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.