Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk

You Can Bear Your Own Faults, And Why Not A Fault In Your Wife?

Then Plough Deep While Sluggards Sleep, And You Shall Have Corn To Sell And To Keep.

Here Is My Creed. I Believe In One God, The Creator Of The Universe. That He Governs It By His Providence. That He Ought To Be Worshipped.

We Are All Born Ignorant, But One Must Work Hard To Remain Stupid.

Avarice And Happiness Never Saw Each Other, How Then Should They Become Acquainted?