Tears Are A Good Alterative, But A

Lying Is Like Trying To Hide In A Fog: If You Move About You're In Danger Of Bumping Your Head Against The Truth, And As Soon As The Fog Blows Off, You Are Gone Anyhow.

The Great Art Of Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

When The Truth Is In Your Way, You Are On The Wrong Road.

Our Continual Desire For Praise Ought To Convince Us Of Our Mortality, If Nothing Else Will.

Pity Cost Nothing And Ain't Worth Nothing.