A Hungry Stomach Cannot Hear.

Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon. A Bluejay In Peacock Feathers.

Every Flatterer Lives At The Expense Of Him Who Listens To Him.

We Ought Never To Scoff At The Wretched, For Who Can Be Sure Of Continued Happiness?

Every One Turns His Dreams Into Realities As Far As He Can; Man Is Cold As Ice To The Truth, Hot As Fire To Falsehood.

Religious Contention Is The Devil's Harvest.