For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

Out Of Nothing Can Come, And Nothing Can Become Nothing.

Please Not Thyself The Flattering Crowd To Hear; 'tis Fulsome Stuff, To Please Thy Itching Ear. Survey Thy Soul, Not What Thou Does Appear, But What Thou Art.

Bad Advice Is Often Most Fatal To The Adviser.

The Man Who Wishes To Bend Me With His Tale Of Woe Must Shed True Tears - Not Tears That Have Been Got Ready Overnight.

The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.