All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Can You Nominate In Order Now The Degrees Of The Lie? I Will Name You The Degrees. The First, The Retort Courteous; The Second, The Quip Modest; The Third, The Reply Churlish; The Fourth, The Reproof Valiant; The Fifth; The Countercheck Quarrelsome; The Sixth, The Lie With Circumstance; The Seventh, The Lie Direct. All These You May Avoid But The Lie Direct; And You May Avoid That Too, With An If. . . . Your If Is The Only Peace-maker; Much Virtue In If.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth