God Exalts The Man Who Humbles Himself.

God Who Sends The Wound Sends The Medicine.

The Reputation Of A Woman May Also Be Compared To A Mirror Of Crystal, Shining And Bright, But Liable To Be Sullied By Every Breath That Comes Near It.

There's No Sauce In The World Like Hunger.

There's No Taking Trout With Dry Breeches.

If You Are Ambitious Of Climbing Up To The Difficult, And In A Manner Inaccessible, Summit Of The Temple Of Fame, Your Surest Way Is To Leave On One Hand The Narrow Path Of Poetry, And Follow The Narrower Track Of Knight-errantry, Which In A Trice May Raise You To An Imperial Throne.