The Things Which Hurt, Instruct.

He That Waits Upon Fortune, Is Never Sure Of A Dinner.

To Be Thrown Upon One's Own Resources Is To Be Cast Into The Very Lap Of Fortune; For Our Faculties Then Undergo A Development And Display An Energy Of Which They Were Previosly Unsusceptible.

Lying Rides Upon Debt's Back.

Give Me Yesterday's Bread, This Day's Flesh, And Last Year's Cider

Rich Widows Are The Only Secondhand Goods That Sell At First-class Prices.