The Most Christian France Is The Sole

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

I Have Known Many Who Could Not When They Would, For They Had Not Done It When They Could.

I've Often Heard It Said, As The Common Proverb Goes, That A Fool Can Teach A Wise Man Well.

Misery Is The Company Of Lawsuits.