Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk.

There Was Once A Bald Man Who Sat Down After Work On A Hot Summer's Day. A Fly Came Up And Kept Buzzing About His Bald Pate, And Stinging Him From Time To Time. The Man Aimed A Blow At His Little Enemy, But — Whack — His Palm Came On His Head Instead; Again The Fly Tormented Him, But This Time The Man Was Wiser And Said: You Will Only Injure Yourself If You Take Notice Of Dispicable Enemies.

Contentment With Our Lot Is An Element Of Happiness.

It Is Not Only Fine Feathers That Make Fine Birds.

The Value Is In The Worth, Not In The Number.

Never Trust The Advice Of A Man In Difficulties.