Tomorrow Will Be A New Day.

The Bow Cannot Always Stand Bent, Nor Can Human Frailty Subsist Without Some Lawful Recreation.

History Is In A Manner A Sacred Thing, So Far As It Contains Truth; For Where Truth Is, The Supreme Father Of It May Also Be Said To Be, At Least, Inasmuch As Concerns Truth.

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.

For The Army Is A School In Which The Miser Becomes Generous, And The Generous Prodigal; Miserly Soldiers Are Like Monsters, But Very Rarely Seen.

Man Have To Have Friends Even In Hell.