The Past Cannot Be Cured.

There Is Small Disproportion Betwixt A Fool Who Useth Not Wit Because He Hath It Not And Him That Useth It Not When It Should Avail Him.

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

One Man With A Head On His Shoulders Is Worth A Dozen Without.

My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

If I Should Say The Sweetest Speech With The Eloquentest Tongue That Ever Was In Man, I Were Not Able To Express That Restless Care Which I Have Ever Bent To Govern For The Greatest Wealth.