The Glory Of The Garden Lies In

Be Slow To Judge For We Know Little Of What Has Been Done And Nothing Of What Has Been Resisted.

Oh East Is East And West Is West And Never The Twain Shall Meet.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

Buy A Pup And Your Money Will Buy Love Unflinching That Cannot Lie.