To Love Is Human, It Is Also

He Can Do Most Who Has Most Power.

There's No Such Thing, You Know, As Picking Out The Best Woman: It's Only A Question Of Comparative Badness, Brother.

This Is The Great Fault Of Wine; It First Trips Up The Feet: It Is A Cunning Wrestler.

It Wasn't For Nothing That The Raven Was Just Now Croaking On My Left Hand.

It Is Sheer Folly To Take Unwilling Hounds To The Chase.