Good Things Come In Small Packages.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

It Pays To Be Prepared.

We Would Often Be Sorry If Our Wishes Were Gratified.

If You Had Half As Much Brains As You Have Beard, You Would Have Looked Before You Leaped.

A False Tale Often Betrays Itself.