Every Production Must Resemble Its Author.

I Can Tell Where My Own Shoe Pinches Me.

When God Sends The Dawn, He Sends It For All.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

God Bears With The Wicked, But Not Forever.

It Is Past All Controversy That What Costs Dearest Is, And Ought To Be, Most Valued.