Is It Not Strange That

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.