Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat,

Our Greatest Foes, And Whom We Must Chiefly Combat, Are Within.

A Man Without Honor Is Worse Than Dead.

There's No Sauce In The World Like Hunger.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.

Truth May Be Stretched, But Cannot Be Broken, And Always Gets Above Falsehood, As Does Oil Above Water.