Chance Is A Second Master.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

Man Is The Only One That Knows Nothing, That Can Learn Nothing Without Being Taught. He Can Neither Speak Nor Walk Nor Eat, And In Short He Can Do Nothing At The Prompting Of Nature Only, But Weep.

It Is A Maxim Universally Agreed Upon In Agriculture, That Nothing Must Be Done Too Late; And Again, That Everything Must Be Done At Its Proper Season; While There Is A Third Precept Which Reminds Us That Opportunities Lost Can Never Be Regained.

It Is Ridiculous To Suppose That The Great Head Of Things, Whatever It Be, Pays Any Regard To Human Affairs.

A Dear Bargain Is Always Disagreeable, Particularly As It Is A Reflection Upon The Buyer's Judgment.