The Ass Bears The Load, But Not

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

All Women Are Good - Good For Nothing, Or Good For Something.

The Treason Pleases, But The Traitors Are Odious.