It Hath Been Often Said,

Wicked Companions Invite Us To Hell.

Some Folks Rail Against Other Folks, Because Other Folks Have What Some Folks Would Be Glad Of.

There Are Those Who Never Reason On What They Should Do, But What They Have Done; As If Reason Had Her Eyes Behind, And Could Only See Backwards.

Life May As Properly Be Called An Art As Any Other.

Good-humor Will Even Go So Far As Often To Supply The Lack Of Wit.