A Woman Without Paint Is Like Food

To Waste One's Breath; To Pump Into A Sieve.

It Is Not Without A Purpose When A Rich Man Greets A Poor One With Kindness.

Who Wishes To Give Himself An Abundance Of Business Let Him Equip These Two Things, A Ship And A Woman. For No Two Things Involve More Business, If You Have Begun To Fit Them Out. Nor Are These Two Things Ever Sufficiently Adorned, Nor Is Any Excess Of Adornment Enough For Them.

The Evil That We Know Is Best.

It Is Wretched Business To Be Digging A Well Just As Thirst Is Mastering You.