It Will Be Seen In The Frying

All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.

He That Gives Quickly Gives Twice.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.