Can We Ever Have Too

I Never Thrust My Nose Into Other Men's Porridge. It Is No Bread And Butter Of Mine; Every Man For Himself, And God For Us All.

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.

Every One In His Own House And God In All Of Them.

God Who Sends The Wound Sends The Medicine.

I Drink When I Have Occasion, And Sometimes When I Have No Occasion.