The Proof Of The Pudding Is The

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

One Swallow Alone Does Not Make A Summer.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.

There Are Two Kinds Of People In This World, My Grandmother Used To Say: The Have's And The Have-not's, And She Stuck To The Have's. And Today, Señor Don Quixote, People Are More Interested In Having Than In Knowing. An Ass Covered With Gold Makes A Better Impression Than A Horse With A Packsaddle.

Every Production Must Resemble Its Author.