Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk.

Our Mere Anticipations Of Life Outrun Its Realities.

I Thought These Grapes Were Ripe, But I See Now They Are Quite Sour.

Every Man For Himself.

A Wild Boar Was Sharpening His Tusks Upon The Trunk Of A Tree In The Forest When A Fox Came By And Asked, Why Are You Doing That, Pray? The Huntsmen Are Not Out Today And There Are No Other Dangers At Hand That I Can See. True, My Friend, Replied The Boar, But The Instant My Life Is In Danger, I Shall Need To Use My Tusks. There Will Be No Time To Sharpen Them Then.

Don't Kill The Goose That Lays The Golden Egg.