The wages of sin is alimony.
A profit is not without honor save in Boston.
Nonsense makes the heart grow fonder.
Youth is a silly, vapid state, Old age with fears and ills is rife, This simple boon I beg of Fate - A thousand years of Middle Life.
A fool and his money are soon married.
We should live and learn; but by the time we've learned, it's too late to live.