Many Littles Make A Much.

I Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

As Ill-luck Would Have It.

It's Up To Brave Hearts, Sir, To Be Patient When Things Are Going Badly, As Well As Being Happy When They're Going Well ... For I've Heard That What They Call Fortune Is A Flighty Woman Who Drinks Too Much, And, What's More, She's Blind, So She Can't See What She's Doing, And She Doesn't Know Who She's Knocking Over Or Who She's Raising Up.

When Thou Art At Rome, Do As They Do At Rome.

The Wise Hand Does Not All The Tongue Dictates.