Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My

Let Not Your Expenditure Exceed Your Income.

Things Unhoped For Happen Oftener Than Things We Desire.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

For Enemies Carry About Slander Not In The Form In Which It Took Its Rise . The Scandal Of Men Is Everlasting; Even Then Does It Survive When You Would Suppose It To Be Dead.