The Woman Who Has The Best Perfume

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

Feast To-day Makes Fast To-morrow. [lat., Festo Die Si Quid Prodegeris, Profesto Egere Liceat Nisi Peperceris.]

And One Eye-witness Weighs More Than Ten Hear-fays. Seeing Is Believing, All The World O'er.

In Grasping At Uncertainties We Lost That Which Is Certain.

I Esteem Death A Trifle, If Not Caused By Guilt.