Strike the iron whilst it is hot.
Death is the vast perhaps.
If the head is lost, all that perishes is the individual; if the balls are lost, all of human nature perishes.
Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.
Bottle, whose Mysterious Deep Do's ten thousand Secrets keep, With attentive Ear I wait; Ease my Mind, and speak my Fate.
Misery is the company of lawsuits.