Forewarn'd, Forearm'd.

Give Me Yesterday's Bread, This Day's Flesh, And Last Year's Cider

Blame-all And Praise-all Are Two Blockheads.

Some Of The Domestic Evils Of Drunkenness Are Houses Without Windows, Gardens Without Fences, Fields Without Tillage, Barns Without Roofs, Children Without Clothing, Principles, Morals Or Manners.

I Wake Up Every Morning At Nine And Grab For The Morning Paper. Then I Look At The Obituary Page. If My Name Is Not On It, I Get Up.

The Handshake Of The Host Affects The Taste Of The Roast