How strange a chequer-work of Providence is the life of man! and by what secret different springs are the affections hurried about, as different circumstances present! To-day we love what to-morrow we hate; to-day we seek what to-morrow we shun; to-day we desire what to-morrow we fear; nay, even tremble at the apprehension of.
~ Daniel Defoe
Now don’t do nothin’ which isn’t your Fort, for ef you do you’ll find yourself splashin’ round in the Kanawl, figgeratively speakin’.
~ Artemus Ward