It Takes All Sorts (to Make A

True Valor Lies In The Middle Between Cowardice And Rashness.

Wit And Humor Belong To Genius Alone.

Comparisons Are Odious.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

There Is No Love Lost Between Us.