In Hell There Is No Retention.

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

Every Man Was Not Born With A Silver Spoon In His Mouth.

Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.

Translating From One Language To Another, Unless It Is From Greek And Latin, The Queens Of All Languages, Is Like Looking At Flemish Tapestries From The Wrong Side, For Although The Figures Are Visible, They Are Covered By Threads That Obscure Them, And Cannot Be Seen With The Smoothness And Color Of The Right Side.

The Worst Reconciliation Is Better Than The Best Divorce.