Have Patience, Heart.

All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

My Wife's Not Some Doobie To Be Passed Around! I Took A Vow On Our Wedding Day To Bogart Her For Life.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.