I Know Who I Am And Who

Every Dog Has His Day.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

The Pitcher Goes So Often To The Fountain That If Gets Broken.

I Do Not Deny That What Happened To Us Is A Thing Worth Laughing At. But It Is Not Worth Telling, For Not Everyone Is Sufficiently Intelligent To Be Able To See Things From The Right Point Of View.

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.