The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor,

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

I Look On The Opposite Sex With Something Like The Admiration With Which I Regard The Starry Sky On A Frosty December Night. I Admire The Beauty Of The Creator's Workmanship, I Am Charmed With The Wild But Graceful Eccentricity Of The Motions, And Then I Wish Both Of Them Goodnight.

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.

If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss; If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.