I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

Fly Not, Cowards And Vile Beings, For A Single Knight Attacks You.

Get Out Of Harms Way.

Translating From One Language To Another, Unless It Is From Greek And Latin, The Queens Of All Languages, Is Like Looking At Flemish Tapestries From The Wrong Side, For Although The Figures Are Visible, They Are Covered By Threads That Obscure Them, And Cannot Be Seen With The Smoothness And Color Of The Right Side.

There Are Only Two Families In The World, My Old Grandmother Used To Say, The Haves And The Have-nots.