A Woman Without Paint Is

If You Speak Insults You Will Hear Them Also.

I Regard That Man As Lost, Who Has Lost His Sense Of Shame.

The Bell Never Rings Of Itself; Unless Some One Handles Or Moves It It Is Dumb.

It Is Only When We Have Lost Them That We Fully Appreciate Our Blessings.

What Is Thine Is Mine, And All Mine Is Thine. [lat., Quod Tuum'st Meum'st; Omne Meum Est Autem Tuum.]