But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And

Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

It Is A True Saying That A Man Must Eat A Peck Of Salt With His Friend Before He Knows Him.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.

He Who Gives Early Gives Twice.

Not With Whom You Are Born, But With Whom You Are Bred.