Thus You May Understand That Love Alone

The Only Fit Reply To A Fit Request Is Silence And The Fact.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.

How Come I Never Meet Any Nice Girls?

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.