The Pen Is The Tongue Of The

Three Things Too Much, And Three Too Little Are Pernicious To Man; To Speak Much, And Know Little; To Spend Much, And Have Little; To Presume Much, And Be Worth Little.

There Are Many Hours And Minutes Between Now And Tomorrowand In Any One Of Them-even In A Minute,the House Falls

'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.

Never Meddle With Play-actors, For They're A Favoured Race.

Wine Taken In Moderation Never Does Any Harm.