If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Then

Look And See Which Way The Wind Blows Before You Commit Yourself.

The Quarrels Of Friends Are The Opportunities Of Foes.

Labour Is The Source Of Every Blessing.

Pray Do Not Grieve So; But Go And Take A Stone, And Place It In The Hole, And Fancy That The Gold Is Still Lying There. It Will Do You Quite The Same Service; For When The Gold Was There, You Had It Not, As You Did Not Make The Slightest Use Of It.

Our Insignificance Is Often The Cause Of Our Safety.