Every Dog Has His Day.

Comparisons Are Odious.

Those Two Fatal Words, Mine And Thine.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.

He Who Reforms, God Assists.

For The Army Is A School In Which The Miser Becomes Generous, And The Generous Prodigal; Miserly Soldiers Are Like Monsters, But Very Rarely Seen.