A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.
Bret Harte (1839 - 1902)
Contributed by: Zaady
Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!
If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, "It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'
Source: Mrs. Judge Jenkins
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