Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our

Garments That Have Once One Rent In Them Are Subject To Be Torn On Every Nail, And Glasses That Are Once Cracked Are Soon Broken; Such Is Man's Good Name Once Tainted With Just Reproach.

Our Body Is A Well-set Clock, Which Keeps Good Time, But If It Be Too Much Or Indiscreetly Tampered With, The Alarm Runs Out Before The Hour.

I Will Rather Suffer A Thousand Wrongs Than Offer One. I Have Always Found That To Strive With A Superior Is Injurious; With An Equal, Doubtful; With An Inferior, Sordid And Base; With Any, Full Of Unquietness.

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.

For Every Bad There Might Be A Worse; And When One Breaks His Leg Let Him Be Thankful It Was Not His Neck.