My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our Life.

The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger; Nor Must That Man Who Would Reclaim A Lion Take Him By The Teeth.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.