I Know Who I Am And Who

The Pitcher Goes So Often To The Fountain That If Gets Broken.

There Is A Remedy For Everything But Death; Who, In Spite Of Our Teeth, Will Take Us In His Clutches.

Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In Slow Minds.

There Were But Two Families In The World, Have-much And Have-little.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.