That Which Costs Little Is Less Valued.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

I Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

Man Appoints, And God Disappoints.

Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who Can Sing.