The Appetite Grows With Eating.

The Right Moment Wears A Full Head Of Hair: When It Has Been Missed, You Can't Get It Back; It's Bald In The Back Of The Head And Never Turns Around.

One Inch Of Joy Surmounts Of Grief A Span, Because To Laugh Is Proper To The Man.

The Deed Will Be Accomplished With The Least Amount Of Bloodshed Possible, And, If Possible ..., We'll Save All The Souls And Send Them Happily Off To Their Abode.

Petite Ville, Grand Renom. Small Town, Great Renown.

It Is Said, Proverbially, That Happy Is The Doctor Who Is Called In When The Disease Is On Its Way Out.