In The Night All Cats Are Gray.

Laws That Only Threaten, And Are Not Kept, Become Like The Log That Was Given To The Frogs To Be Their King, Which They Feared At First, But Soon Scorned And Trampled On.

Give The Devil His Due.

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.

Can We Ever Have Too Much Of A Good Thing?

It Seldom Happens That Any Felicity Comes So Pure As Not To Be Tempered And Allayed By Some Mixture Of Sorrow.