My Memory Is So Bad That Many

As Ill-luck Would Have It.

There Are Many Hours And Minutes Between Now And Tomorrowand In Any One Of Them-even In A Minute,the House Falls

Her Father Guarded Her, And She Guarded Herself; For There Are No Padlocks, Bolts, Or Bars, That Secure A Maiden Better Than Her Own Reserve.

All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

There Are But Few Proverbial Sayings That Are Not True, For They Are All Drawn From Experience Itself, Which Is The Mother Of All Sciences.