Revenge Leads To An Empty Fullness, Like

Things Are Never So Bad That They Can't Get Worse. But They're Sometimes So Bad They Can't Get Better.

We Semaphore From Ship To Ship, But They're Sinking, Too.

The Know-nothings Are, Unfortunately, Seldom The Do-nothings.

No Woman Wants To See Herself Too Clearly.

Life Is A Mixed Blessing, Which We Vainly Try To Unmix.