Some Are Weatherwise, Some Are Otherwise.

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.

No Nation Has Ever Been Ruined By Trade.

When You're Finished Changing, You're Finished.

Wine Makes Daily Living Easier, Less Hurried With Fewer Tensions And More Tolerance.

A People Who Chose Security Over Liberty Will Receive Neither Nor Deserve Either.