Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk.

The Desire For Imaginary Benefits Often Involves The Loss Of Present Blessings.

Our Mere Anticipations Of Life Outrun Its Realities.

There Was Once A Bald Man Who Sat Down After Work On A Hot Summer's Day. A Fly Came Up And Kept Buzzing About His Bald Pate, And Stinging Him From Time To Time. The Man Aimed A Blow At His Little Enemy, But — Whack — His Palm Came On His Head Instead; Again The Fly Tormented Him, But This Time The Man Was Wiser And Said: You Will Only Injure Yourself If You Take Notice Of Dispicable Enemies.

Injuries May Be Forgiven, But Not Forgotten.

Affairs Are Easier Of Entrance Than Of Exit; And It Is But Common Prudence To See Our Way Out Before We Venture In.