When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows

All Women Are Good - Good For Nothing, Or Good For Something.

Every Dog Has His Day.

The Beauty Of Some Women Has Days And Seasons, Depending Upon Accidents Which Diminish Or Increase It; Nay, The Very Passions Of The Mind Naturally Improve Or Impair It, And Very Often Utterly Destroy It.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

The Ass Will Carry His Load, But Not A Double Load; Ride Not A Free Horse To Death.