We Cannot All Hope To Combine The

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.