Tell Me What Company Thou Keepest And

Every Man Is The Son Of His Own Works.

When God Sends The Dawn, He Sends It For All.

Diligence Is The Mother Of Good Fortune, And Idleness, Its Opposite, Never Brought A Man To The Goal Of Any Of His Best Wishes.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

There Were No Embraces, Because Where There Is Great Love There Is Often Little Display Of It.