What God Does, He Does Well.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.

But A Rascal Of A Child (that Age Is Without Pity). [fr., Mais Un Pripon D'enfant (cet Age Est Sans Pitie).

In Short, Luck's Always To Blame.

All The Brains In The World Are Powerless Against The Sort Of Stupidity That Is In Fashion.

Everyone Has His Faults Which He Continually Repeats: Neither Fear Nor Shame Can Cure Them.