When God Sends The Dawn, He Sends

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

Wine In Excess Keeps Neither Secrets Nor Promises.

The Proof Of The Pudding Is The Eating.

A Knight Errant Who Turns Mad For A Reason Deserves Neither Merit Nor Thanks. The Thing Is To Do It Without Cause

Be Slow Of Tongue And Quick Of Eye.