There Is No Love Lost Between Us.

Spare Your Breath To Cool Your Porridge.

All The Vices, Sancho, Bring Some Kind Of Pleasure With Them; But Envy Brings Nothing But Irritation, Bitterness, And Rage.

Her Father Guarded Her, And She Guarded Herself; For There Are No Padlocks, Bolts, Or Bars, That Secure A Maiden Better Than Her Own Reserve.

Controlling My Temper Is Important, ... Sometimes It's Hard, But I Try.

Forewarned, Forearmed; To Be Prepared Is Half The Victory.