Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In

The Guts Carry The Feet, Not The Feet The Guts.

A Man Prepared Has Half Fought The Battle.

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.

A Good Name Is Better Than Bags Of Gold.

For Let Us Women Be Never So Ill-favored, I Imagine That We Are Always Delighted To Hear Ourselves Called Handsome.