We Own Up To Minor Failings, But

Marriage Is The Only War In Which You Sleep With The Enemy.

We Arrive At The Various Stages Of Life Quite As Novices.

The Accent Of One's Birthplace Remains In The Mind And In The Heart As In One's Speech.

The Qualities We Have, Make Us So Ridiculous As Those Which We Affect.

The Praise We Give To New Comers Into The World Arises From The Envy We Bear To Those Who Are Established.